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PSALMS  AND  HYMNS, 


CHRISTIAN   USE   A 


PREPARED  AND  SET  FORTH 


GENERAL  ASSOCIATION  OF  CONNECTICUT, 


NEW-HAVEN: 

DURRIE    AjNtD    PECK. 
Boston,  charles  tappan  ;   new-york,  saxton  and  miles 
philadelphia,  loomik  and  peck;  utica,  g.  tracy; 
rochester,  wji.  e,  alling, 

1845. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1845, 

BY  JEREMIAH  DAY,  BENNET  TYLER,  ELEAZAR  T.  FITCH,  JOEL  HAWES, 

AND  LEONARD  BACON, 

in  trust  for 

THE  GENERAL  ASSOCIATION  OF  CONNECTICUT, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Connecticut. 


STEREOTYPED    BY 
ICHARD    H.    HOBBS, 
Hartford,  Conn. 


PREFACE. 

The  General  Association  of  Connecticut  have  noticed,  for  sev- 
eral years,  an  increasing  diversity  in  the  collections  of  Psalms  and 
Hymns  for  public  worship,  used  in  the  churches  under  their  pas- 
toral care.  Not  only  is  the  use  of  different  collections,  in  churches 
so  intimately  connected  with  each  other,  attended- with  many  in- 
conveniences ;  but  it  is  obvious  that  the  unity  and  fraternal  com- 
munion of  the  constituent  portions  of  our  ecclesiastical  common- 
wealth, will  be  greatly  promoted,  if  the  churches,  without  any 
abridgment  of  their  liberty,  can  unite  in  the  use  of  one  book  of 
Psalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  in  all  their  public  as- 
semblies. 

In  the  hope  of  effecting  such  a  union,  this  book  has  been  pre- 
pared by  the  appointment,  and  under  the  direction  of  the  General 
Association  of  Connecticut.  Correspondence  and  consultations 
have  been  had  with  committees  of  eoclesiastical  bodies  in  other 
States,  as  well  as  with  individuals,  honored  as  pastors,  or  skillful 
in  sacred  song :  and  in  various  ways,  much  diligence  has  been 
used  to  form  a  collection  suited  to  the  use  of  evangelical  Christians, 
on  all  the  occasions  of  public  and  private  worship. 

The  labor  of  compiling  and  editing,  has  been  performed  chiefly 
by  the  Rev.  Horace  Hooker,  and  the  Rev.  Oliver  Ellsworth  Dag- 
gett, whom  we  thought  it  expedient  to  employ,  because  the  Head 
of  the  Church  seemed  to  us  to  have  qualified  them  for  such  a  ser- 
vice, and  because  they  were  able  for  the  time,  to  devote  themselves 
wholly  to  the  work.  Yet  all  has  been  done  under  our  close  and 
constant  superintendence  ;  for  it  was  only  in  this  way  that  we 
could  perform  the  duty  to  which  our  brethren,  in  behalf  of  the 
churches,  had  called  us.  Hardly  anything  has  been  admitted  or 
rejected,  hardly  any  change  of  expression,  however  trivial,  has 
been  made,  without  our  express  direction  or  consent.  The  wish, 
on  our  part,  to  include  not  only  all  such  pieces  as  commend  them- 


IV.  PREFACE. 

selves  to  our  judgment  by  their  intrinsic  merit,  but  as  many  a9 
possible  of  those  which  have  been  endeared  to  evangelical  be- 
lievers by  long  familiarity,  or  by  local  or  personal  associations,  has 
made  the  book  larger  than  we  at  first  designed  to  make  it.  If  any 
favorite  hymns  of  any  pastor  or  congregation  are  omitted,  the 
omission  must  be  referred,  in  some  instances,  to  the  claims  of 
compilers,  or  of  their  legal  representatives,  in  whose  collections 
those  hymns  appear  as  original, — and,  in  other  instances,  to  the 
impossibility  of  including  all  the  hymns  of  a  particular  class  with- 
out making  the  collection  too  large  for  use.  Pieces  of  recognized 
merit,  such  as  those  of  "Watts,  will  be  found  for  the  most  part  un- 
altered, even  when  some  slight  improvement  seemed  to  be  in  it- 
self both  practicable  and  desirable.  Compositions  less  hallowed 
by  long  use  in  our  churches,  have  been  more  freely  corrected  to 
adapt  them  to  the  work,  to  remove  offenses  against  taste,  and  to 
make  the  form  and  expression  more  lyrical. 

To  all,  then,  in  every  place,  who,  in  our  language,  worship  God 
through  Jesus  Christ,  and  especially  to  those  who  hold  the  faith  and 
walk  in  the  order  of  the  ancient  New  England  churches,  we  pre- 
sent this  book  with  the  prayer,  that  it  may  be  for  their  edification, 
and  for  the  honor  of  Christ,  to  whom  be  glory  in  the  church  forever. 


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DIRECTIONS 

FOR  THE  USE  OF  THIS  BOOK 


WORSHIP. 

1.  The  use  of  the  Psalm  or  Hymn,  by  a  public  as- 
sembly, ought  to  be  an  act  of  united  worship.  Hymns, 
therefore,  of  an  argumentative  or  hortatory  character, 
can  rarely  be  used  with  propriety.  For  that  reason, 
only  a  few  pieces  exclusively  hortatory,  have  been 
admitted  into  this  collection.  The  subject  of  the  ser- 
mon, or  the  character  of  the  occasion,  may  have  an 
influence  in  determining  the  choice  of  pieces  to  be 
sung  ;  yet  the  selection  should  be  made  chiefly  with 
reference  to  the  expression  of  those  sentiments  of  ad- 
oration, thankfulness,  confession,  faith  or  hope,  or  those 
devout  desires  and  impulses,  which  are  fitly  uttered 
in  song.  We  may, indeed,  'teach  and  admonish  one 
another  in  psalms  and  hymns,  and  spiritual  songs ;'  but 
singing  should  be  worship,  not  preaching,  and  it  can 
be  effectual  to  our  mutual  edification,  only  as  we  'make 
melody  in  our  hearts  to  the  Lord.' 

2.  The  Book  of  Psalms  is  an  inspired  model  of 
psalmody  for  the  church  of  God,  in  every  age.  The 
Psalms,  therefore,  as  versified  in  this  collection,  are 
distinguished  from  the  Hymns ;  no  piece  being  ad- 
mitted among  the  Psalms,  which  is  not  a  fair  version 
of  some  part  of  the  particular  Psalm  to  which  it  is  re- 
ferred. And  for  the  same  reason,  it  is  recommended 
that  a  due  proportion  of  the  pieces  selected  for  use  on 
the  various  occasions  of  public  worship,  and  especially 
on  the  Lord's  day,  be  selected  from  the  Psalms. 

2.  The  arrangement  of  the  Hymns  in  this  book,  will 
be  found  to  differ,  in  some  respects  from  any  hereto- 


VI.  DIRECTIONS. 

fore  adopted  by  compilers.  In  the  synopsis  of  the 
contents,  at  the  end  of  the  volume,  the  Psalms  are 
classified  according  to  the  arrangement  of  the  Hymns. 
Thus,  the  minister  who  would  select  a  Psalm  for  the 
commencement  or  the  close  of  public  worship,  or  for 
any  special  occasion,  or  for  any  particular  topic  of 
discourse,  can  find  it  referred  to,  not  only  by  its  first 
line  in  the  index  of  first  lines,  but  also  in  the  synopsis 
by  the  uses  to  which  it  is  applicable. 

4.  The  number  of  pieces  applicable  to  the  com- 
mencement of  public  worship,  is  such  that  a  pastor 
may  select  one  for  every  Lord's  day  in  the  year,  with- 
out repetition.  Yet  it  should  be  borne  in  mind,  that 
some  of  these  pieces,  as  well  as  of  the  pieces  appro- 
priated to  particular  topics  of  discourse,  are  of  such 
a  character  that  the  frequent  use  of  them  in  worship 
will  be  found  highly  conducive  to  edification. 

5.  The  variety  of  meters  in  this  collection,  is  not 
greater  than  in  other  collections  now  extensively  used. 
Yet  the  minister  ought  not  to  give  out  a  piece  of  any 
unusual  meter,  without  knowing  beforehand  that  the 
congregation  or  the  choir  can  sing  it. 

6.  In  giving  out  a  Psalm  or  Hymn  from  this  book, 
it  is  never  necessary  to  announce  the  meter.  Every 
Hymn  is  sufficiently  designated  by  its  number.  A 
piece  from  the  Psalms  is  sufficiently  designated  by  the 
number  of  the  Psalm  and  the  number  of  the  version. 

7.  Sometimes  a  Hymn  selected  from  those  appro- 
priated to  private  and  family  worship,  may  be  used 
with  good  effect  in  a  public  assembly.  This,  how- 
ever, should  be  done  with  discretion. 

II.    To  THOSE  WHO  DIRECT  THE  SINGING. 

1.  Remember  that  singing  in  a  religious  assembly, 
is  not  of  the  nature  of  a  musical  exhibition,  but  is  a 
serious  and  important  part  of  the  worship  of  God. 

2.  Remember  that  the  words  sung  are  not  for  the 


DIRECTIONS.  VU. 

tune,  but  the  tune  for  the  words.  The  tune,  therefore, 
should  be  selected,  not  for  its  novelty,  nor  for  the  sake 
of  showing  how  well  you  can  perform  its  difficult 
passages,  nor  even  for  its  intrinsic  beauty,  considered 
merely  as  a  piece  of  music  ;  but  simply  because  in  that 
tune,  the  words  can  be  fitly  and  expressively  uttered. 

3.  Those  who,  in  the  use  of  this  book,  would  sing 
with  the  spirit  and  with  the  understanding,  must  make 
themselves  familiar  with  the  Psalms  and  Hymns  which 
it  contains.  The  leader  of  the  music,  especially,  ought 
to  study  the  book  thoroughly,  so  as  never  to  be  at  a 
loss  in  the  selection  of  a  tune.  It  may  be  well  for 
him  to  write  for  himself,  in  the  margin  of  every  Psalm 
or  Hymn,  the  name  of  the  tune  which  he  judges  most 
appropriate  to  that  piece. 

4.  Many  i'avorite  Psalms  and  Hymns  are  associated 
by  use,  with  favorite  tunes.  Where  such  associations 
exist,  they  should  not  be  broken  up  without  some 
strong  reason.  On  the  contrary,  it  deserves  consider- 
ation, whether  devotion  would  not  be  promoted,  if 
every  Psalm  or  Hymn  in  the  book  were  thus  associa- 
ted, in  the  minds  of  the  congregation,  with  some  par- 
ticular tune.  There  is  no  harm  in  singing  the  same 
tune  twice,  if  need  be,  on  two  successive  sabbaths,  or 
even  on  the  same  sabbath. 

5.  We  have  affixed  to  the  pieces  in  this  book,  no 
marks  of  musical  expression ;  for  the  reason  that  good 
sense,  on  the  part  of  the  leader,  and  a  tolerable  ap- 
prehension of  the  sense  and  sentiment  of  the  words,  on 
the  part  of  the  singers,  will  be  a  better  guide.  Let 
the  leader,  then,  and  the  singers,  understand  and  feel 
the  words  they  sing,  and  not  attempt  any  thing  great 
in  the  way  of  expression,  and  they  will  do  much  to 
promote  the  worship  of  God  in  spirit  and  in  truth. 

III.    To  WORSHIPERS  GENERALLY. 

1.  Let  it  be  remembered,  that  the  habitual  and  gen- 


Vlll.  DIRECTIONS. 

eral  use  of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  in  private  and  family 
worship,  will  greatly  promote  simplicity,  devoutness, 
and  fervency,  in  this  part  of  public  worship. 

2.  Although  certain  Hymns,  in  this  book,  are  placed 
by  themselves,  as  chiefly  appropriate  to  occasions  of 
private  and  domestic  devotion,  the  use  of  the  book  at 
home  ought  not  to  be  limited  to  those  Hymns.  The 
whole  book  should  be  a  household  book  to  the  families, 
and  a  closet  book  to  the  individuals,  of  the  congrega- 
tions in  which  it  is  used  for  public  worship.  The  ver- 
sions of  Psalms,  when  compared  with  each  other,  and 
with  the  scriptural  text  to  which  each  version  is  re- 
ferred, will  be  found  to  constitute  a  lucid  evangelical 
exposition  of  almost  every  sentence  of  that  portion  of 
the  written  word.  The  Hymns,  if  studied  in  their  ar- 
rangement, will  be  an  efficient  help  to  catechetical  and 
other  didactic  instruction,  in  impressing  the  system 
of  evangelical  truth,  not  merely  upon  the  memory, 
but,  by  God's  blessing,  upon  the  heart. 

3.  All  worshipers  should  be  diligent  to  cultivate 
in  themselves,  and  in  their  children,  the  common  na- 
tural faculty  of  praising  God  in  song  ;  that  so,  in  all 
our  dwellings,  and  in  all  our  sanctuaries,  all  voices 
and  all  hearts  may  make  melody  to  God. 


PSALMS 


1,  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place, 

Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat: — 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profession  shine ; 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust : 

What  vain  designs  they  form ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand, 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

1.  SECOND  VERSION.  S.  M 

1  THE  man  is  ever  blest, 
Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways ; 
Among  their  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place ; — 


10  PSALMS. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight, 

Amid  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root : 

Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live ; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race, — 
They  no  such  blessings  find ; 

Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 
Before  that  judgment-seat, 

Where  all  the  saints,  at  Christ's  right  hand. 
In  full  assembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 
The  way  the  righteous  go ; 

But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

1,  THIRD  VERSION.  L.  M. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 

Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go  ; 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  the  morning  light 

Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord ; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  his  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green ; 
And  heaven  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams. 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 
So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 


PSALMS.  11 

3.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Christ  exalted  above  his  enemies. 

1  WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 

The  Lord's  anointed  Son? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  that  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  below ; 
He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 

3  '  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  his  kingdom  spread. 

4  c  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utmost  heathen  lands ; 

Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 

The  rebel  that  withstands.' 

5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die ; 
Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

*&,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  8—12.  S.  M". 

Christ  interceding  and  reigning. 

1  NOW  Christ  ascends  on  high, 
And  asks  to  rule  the  earth ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

2  He  asks,  and  God  bestows 
A  large  inheritance ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remotest  ends 
His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

3  The  nations  that  rebel 
Must  feel  his  iron  rod ; 

He'll  vindicate  those  honors  well 
Which  he  received  from  God. 


12  PSALMS. 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 
And  worship  at  his  throne ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 


Ye  perish  on  the  place ; 

Then  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

3.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

God  our  defence. 

1  MY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 
Conspiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  present  peace. 


2  The  lying  tempter  would  persuade, 

There's  no  relief  in  heaven ; 
And  all  my  swelling  sins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

4  I  cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bowed  a  listening  ear ; 
I  called  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdued  my  fear. 

5  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes ; 
I  woke,  and  wondered  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose. 

6  What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell, 

All  armed,  against  me  stood ; 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul, — 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  save  ;  • 

Blessings  attend  thy  people  here. 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 


PSALMS.  13 

S.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  2—6,  8.  L.  M. 

1  THE  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, — 

'  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee :' 
Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head ; 
My  glory,  shield  and  solace  be. 

2  Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry, — 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 
At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  by ; 
He  beckoned, — and  the  winds  were  still. 

3  I  laid  me  down  and  slept, — I  woke ; 

Thou,  Lord,  my  spirit  didst  sustain  ; 
Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke,— 
Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 

Surround  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs ; 
His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 

3*  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  8.  L.  M. 

A  morning  Psalm. 

1  O  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I  raised  an  evening  cry ; 
Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thy  heavenly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down,  and  slept  secure  j 
Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night ; 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong ; 
He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light, 
And  make  his  praise  my  morning  song. 

4.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  3-5,  8.  C.  M. 

An  evening  Psalm. 

1  LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 
I  am  forever  thine ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2 


14  PSALMS. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

4:.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1-^3,  &-7.  L.  M. 

Prayer  heard,  and  God  our  portion. 

1  O  GOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 

Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain ; 
Thou  hast  enlarged  me  in  distress, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  my  glory  into  shame  ; 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name ! 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside  ; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  who  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pardoning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, — 

1  Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good  V 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray ; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 

At  grace  and  favors  so  divine  ; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 


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5,  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  3-3.  C.  M. 
For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  1  direct  my  prayer. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye : — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

O.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  4,  4,  7.  L.  M. 

1  WHENE'ER  the  morning  rays  appear, 
Thou,  Lord,  my  early  voice  shalt  hear : 
To  thee  my  lifted  hands  shall  rise, 
And  faith  look  up  with  longing  eyes. 

2  O  God,  thy  pure  unsullied  mind 
In  tents  of  sin  no  joy  can  find  : 
Far  from  thy  throne  shall  evil  flee, 
Nor  e'er  inhabit,  Lord,  with  thee. 

3  But  I,  by  boundless  mercies  led, 

Thy  temple's  sacred  courts  will  tread ; 
Up  to  thy  house  with  joy  repair : 
Thy  mercies  shall  surround  me  there. 

6.  FIRST  VERSION.  I.  M. 

Complaint  and  prayer  in  sickness. 

1  LORD,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes, 

When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise : 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear. 
O  let  it  not  against  me  rise  ! 


16  PSALMS. 

2  See  how  in  sighs  I  pass  my  days, 

And  waste  in  groans  the  weary  night ; 
My  bed  is  watered  with  my  tears, 

My  grief  consumes  and  dims  my  sight. 

3  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 

How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long? 
When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return, — 
When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song  ? 

4  I  feel  my  flesh  so  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  despair ; 
The  grave  can  never  praise  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dust  and  silence  there. 

5  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  soul, 

And  all  despairing  thoughts,  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  ease  my  flesh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

6.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  6,  7,  9.  C.  M- 

Complaint  and  prayer  in  sickness. 

1  IN  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm ; 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  so  hot 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul's  bowed  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppressed ; 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days ; 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries. 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  afflicted  more? 

Mine  eyes  consumed  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  dust  and  ashes  speak ; 

He  pities  all  our  groans ; 
He  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 


PSALMS.  17 

6  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word 
Restores  our  tainting  breath  ; 
For  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

6.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1—7.  C.  M. 

1  IN  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 

Thy  feeble  worm,  my  God ! 
My  spirit  dreads  thine  angry  look, 
And  trembles  at  thy  rod. 

2  Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I  am  weak ; 

Regard  my  heavy  groans : 

0  let  thy  voice  of  comfort  speak, 
And  heal  my  broken  bones. 

3  By  day,  my  busy  beating  head 

Is  filled  with  anxious  fears ; 
By  night,  upon  my  restless  bed 
I  weep  a  flood  of  tears. 

4  Thus  I  sit  desolate  and  mourn, 

Mine  eyes  grow  dull  with  grief: 
How  long,  my  Lord,  ere  thou  return, 
And  bring  my  soul  relief! 

5  O  come,  and  show  thy  power  to  save, 

And  spare  my  fainting  breath; 
For  who  can  praise  thee  in  the  grave, 
Or  sing  thy  name  in  death  ? 

6.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1,  2.  4,  5,  8,  9.  7s. 

1  GENTLY,  gently,  lay  thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  O  God ! 
Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make, — 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who  within  the  silent  grave 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save  1 
Lord,  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

2* 


18  PSALMS. 

4  Lo !  he  comes — he  heeds  my  plea ! 
Lo !  he  comes — the  shadows  flee ! 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more ; 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 

7.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—6.  C.  M. 

God's  care  and  vindication  of  his  people. 

1  MY  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend, 

My  hope  in  thee,  my  God ; 
Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  that  seek  my  blood. 

2  With  insolence  and  fury  they 

My  soul  in  pieces  tear. 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey- 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  I  have  e'er  provoked  them  first. 

Or  once  abused  my  foe. 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dust. 
And  lay  mine  honor  low. 

4  If  there  were  malice  hid  in  me — 

1  know  thy  piercing  eyes — 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand. 

Their  pride  and  power  control ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliverance  for  my  soul. 

7.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  8— 10.  L.  M 

God  the  righteous  Judge  of  all. 

1  THE  Lord  is  Judge :  before  his  throne 
All  nations  shall  his  justice  own: 

O  may  my  soul  be  found  sincere, 

And  stand  approved,  with  courage  there  ! 

2  The  Lord,  in  righteousness  arrayed, 
Surveys  the  world  his  hands  have  made ; 
Pierces  the  heart,  and  tries  the  reins, 
And  judgment  from  on  high  ordains. 

3  My  God,  my  shield !  around  me  place 
The  shelter  of  the  Saviour's  grace: 
Then,  when  thine  arm  the  just  shall  save, 
My  life  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 


PSALMS.  19 

8.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  3,  4,  8.  S.  M. 

God's  condescension  to  man. 

1  O  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  see  the  moon  complete  in  light, 
*    Adorn  the  darksome  skies: — 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars 
And  all  their  shining  forms ; — 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 
That  thou  should'st  love  him  so  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
How  wondrous  are  thy  ways ! 

Of  meanest  things  thy  power  can  frame, 
A  monument  of  praise. 

6  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

8.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—5,  9.  C.  M. 

Ckrisfs  condescension,  and  glorification. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky, 
Those  moving  worlds  of  light: — 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  should'st  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so? 


20  PSALMS. 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  save  a  dying  worm  ! 

5  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty. 

Who  bowed  his  head  to  death ; 

And  be  his  honors  sounded  high. 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

6  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state. 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

8.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1,  5-9.  L.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine, 
Placed  high  above  the  heavenly  frame. 

2  Down  from  his  throne  thy  Son  descends, 

A  little  time  our  form  to  wear : 
Beneath  th'  angelic  hosts  he  bends, 
Our  sufferings  and  our  guilt  to  bear. 

3  But,  lo !  thy  power  exalts  him  high, 

In  glorious  dignity  enthroned  ! 
He  bears  our  nature  to  the  sky, 

O'er  all  thy  works  the  ruler  crowned. 

4  Jesus,  the  man,  in  glory  sits, 

Creation  at  his  feet  obeys : 
To  him  each  living  tribe  submits, 
Natives  of  earth,  or  air,  or  seas. 

5  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine, — 
Let  the  whole  earth  resound  thy  fame  ! 

8.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1,  2.  L.  M. 

Children  praising  God. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise, 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 


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2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Triumphant  notes  of  honor  raise ; 

And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 

Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  power  assists  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policy  confound. 

4  Children  amid  thy  temple  throng 

To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  scribes  and  angry  priests 

In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring : 
Revenge  sits  silent  in  their  breasts, 

White  Jewish  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  4— 8.  L.  M. 

Adam  and  Christ,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation. 

1  LORD,  what  was  Man  when  made  at  first, 
Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 

That  thou  shouldst  set  him  and  his  race, 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place ; — 

2  That  thou  shouldst  raise  his  nature  so. 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  every  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state ! 
What  honors  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born  ! 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made, 
See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruined  world  from  sin: 
Yet  he  shall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeemed  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 


22  PSALMS. 

9.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  7—12.  C.  M. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-seat. 

1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 

Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou,  sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace: 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppressed ; 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  trust 

In  thine  abundant  grace : 
For  thou  dost  ne'er  forsake  the  just, 
Who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfill. 

9.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  12—15,  18,  19.  C.  M. 

The  wisdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

1  WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 

Shall  once  inquire  for  blood. 
The  humble  souls,  that  mourn  in  dust. 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Doth  his  own  children  raise : 
In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

3  His  foes  shall  fall  with  heedless  feet 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net, 

That  their  own  hands  have  spread. 

4  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot. 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 


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5  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor: 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

10.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-3,  12,  17,  13.  C.  M. 

Sai?i.ts  saved  and  oppressors  punished. 

1  WHY  doth  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far, 

And  why  conceal  his  face, 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 

Thy  justice  and  thy  power  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour? 

3  Arise,  O  God !  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry : 
No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 

4  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear; 
Wilt  mark  whate'er  thy  children  say, 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

5  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 

No  more  despise  the  just ; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 

10.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  16— 18.  L.  M. 

Jehovah,  the  avenger  of  the  oppressed. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns — your  tribute  bring ; 
Proclaim  the  Lord,  th'  eternal  King  : 
Crown  him,  ye  saints,  with  holy  joy, 
His  arm  shall  all  your  foes  destroy. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  ere  yet  the  humble  mind 
Had  formed  to  prayer  the  wish  designed. 
Hast  heard  the  secret  sigh  arise, 
While,  swift  to  aid,  thy  mercy  flies. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  their  hearts  prepare ; 
Thine  ear  shall  listen  to  their  prayer : 
Thou  righteous  Judge!  thou  Power  divine! 
On  thee  the  fatherless  recline. 


£4  PSALMS. 

4  The  Lord  shall  save  th'  afflicted  breast, 
His  arm  shall  vindicate  th'  oppressed, 
Earth's  mightiest  tyrant  feel  his  power, 
And  sin,  and  Satan  reign  no  more. 

11.  V.  l,  3—7.  L.  M. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hales  the  nicked. 

1  MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 

Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
'  Fly,  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ?' 

2  [If  government  be  all  destroyed — 

That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace, — 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 

Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress  ?] 

3  The  Lord  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 

His  eye  surveys  the  world  below ; 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 
What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear  ? 
His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  [On  impious  wretches  he  shall  rain 

Tempests  of  brimstone,  fire  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath."] 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 

Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere ; 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

12.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  4,  8.  CM. 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners. 

1  HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

Religion  loses  ground ; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 

Yet  act  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 


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3  If  we  reprove  some  hateful  lie, 

How  is  their  fury  stirred ! 
'  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,'  they  cry, 
'  And  who  shall  be  our  Lord  V 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Are  raised  to  seats  of  power  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  sword  in  vain. 

1*|,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  3,  5,  6,  7.  C.  M. 

Divine  interposition  expected  in  wicked  times. 

1  LORD,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, — 

2  Is  not  thy  chariot  hastening  on  ? 

Hast  thou  not  giv^n  the  sign  ? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

3  Yes,'  saith  th*  Lord,  '  now  will  I  rise, 

And  make  oppressors  flee ; 
I  will  appear  to  their  surprise, 
'  And  set  my  servants  free.' 

4  Thy  word,  like  silver  seven  times  tried, 

Through  ages  shall  endure : 
The  men,  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  the  promise  sure. 

13,  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Hope  in  darkness. 

1  HOW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Wilt  thou  thy  face  forever  hide  ? 
Shall  I  still  pray  and  be  denied  ? 

2  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not  ? 
Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn, 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppressed? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Reioice  to  see  me  sunk  so  low? 
B  3 


26  PSALMS. 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heavenly  light, 

I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 

But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 
My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

13,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  3—6.  C.  M. 

Complaint  undo-  temptations  of  the  Devil. 

1  HOW  long  wilt  thau  conceal  thy  face  ? 

My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  avay? 

2  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  lay  shield ; 

My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 
Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  sealed 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

3  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey ! 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  so  long  delay. 

4  But  they  shall  flee  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

5  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace, 

Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  victory  shall  be  sung. 

13.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1-3, 5,  6.  78. 

1  LORD  of  mercy,  just  and  kind, 

Wilt  thou  ne'er  my  guilt  forgive  ? 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live? 


PSALMS.  •      27 

Lord,  how  long  with  sorrows  vexed 
Daily  shall  my  heart  complain ; 

While  my  anxious  soul,  perplexed, 
Counsel  takes,  but  takes  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  how  long  shall  Satan's  art 

Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin. 
Triumph  o'er  my  humbled  heart, 

Fears  without  and  guilt  within? 
Lord,  my  God,  thine  ear  incline, 

Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith ; 
Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 

Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death ! 

3  On  thy  mercy  I  rely — 

Mercy,  heavenly  Lord,  impart! 
Mercy  brings  salvation  nigh ; 

Mercy  shall  rejoice  my  heart. 
Lord,  I  lift  my  voice  in  praise, 

All  thy  bounty  to  adore  ; 
From  eternity  thy  grace 

Flows,  increasing  evermore. 

14.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1— 3.  CM. 

By  nature  all  men  are  sinners. 

1  FOOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say 

That  all  religion 's  vain ; — 
'  There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men.' 

2  [From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane, 

Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds.] 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Looked  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, — 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 


28  PSALMS. 

5  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, — 

Their  slanders  never  cease : 
How  swift,  to  mischief  are  their  {eet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace ! 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin,  that  bitter  root, 

In  every  heart  are  found ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

14.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  4—7.  C.  M. 

The  folly  of  persecutors. 

1  ARE  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown, 

That  they  the  saints  devour. 

And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  power? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise ; 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

3  Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust : 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride ! 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  finish  our  distress ! 
When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 

14L  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7.  7s  &  6s. 

The  salvation  of  Israel. 

1  O  !  THAT  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home. 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord  !  in  pity ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 
Release  the  fettered  heart  j 


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Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Their  lost  Messiah  see ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 

15.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Character  of  a  saint. 

1  WHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

O  God  of  holiness  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands ; 
That  trusts  his  Maker's  promises. 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue ; 
Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord ; 
And,  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe. 

And  never  wrong  the  poor : 
This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

1*>.  SECOND  VERSION.  L.   M. 

r 

1  WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean : 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  things  he  swears, 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears.] 

3# 


30  PSALMS. 

4  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold : 
While  others  wrong  and  grind  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door."] 

5  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same, 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

6  Yet  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone: 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  forever.  Lord,  with  thee. 

15.  THIRD  VERSION.  7s. 

Character  of  a  saint. 

1  WHO,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heavenly  mansions  soar? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed ; 
He  whose  will,  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one  j — 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
Who,  with  hope,  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained ; — 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done : — 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

16.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  4— 8.  CM. 

God  our  sufficient  portion. 

1  SAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe ; 

In  thee  my  trust  I  place  ; 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deserve  thy  grace. 

2  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 

And  worship  wood  or  stone ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 


PSALMS.  31 

3  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 
Much  am  I  pleased  with  present  good, 
And  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

4  God  is  my  portion,  and  my  joy; 

His  counsels  are  my  light: 
He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

5  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-seeing  eye ; 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  shall  move, 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

16.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—3.  L.  M. 

Humility  and  love  to  the  saints. 

1  PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need! 

For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee  ; 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confessed, 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am ; 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 
These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 

To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine ; 
I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 
Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

16.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  4—8.  L.  M. 

Christ's  all-sufficiency. 

1  HOW  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise 

Who  haste  to  seek  some  idol-god ; 
I  will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 

Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  hath  offered  up 
Jesus,  his  best  beloved  Son. 


32  PSALMS. 

3  His  lave  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  forever  blest, 

Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  set  him  still  before  mine  eyes ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  stands  prepared 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise, 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 

16.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  8—11.  L.  M. 

Hope  of  the  resurrection. 

1  WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong, 

His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow ; 

And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tasted  here  below, 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

16.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  8—11.  C.  M. 

1  1  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

He  bears  my  courage  up ; 
My  heart  and  tongue  their  joy  express, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

Where  souls  departed  are  ; 
Nor  leave  my  body  in  the  grave, 
To  see  corruption  there. 

3  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

And  raise  me  to  thy  throne : 
Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give ; 
Thy  presence  joys  unknown. 


PSALMS.  33 

£7,  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  3,  13—15.  L.  M. 

The  portions  of  saints  and  sinners. 

1  LORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  will  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below, 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know ; 

'Tis  all  they  seek ;  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 

I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life 's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

IT.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  13—15.  S.  M. 

1  ARISE,  my  gracious  God, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 

They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 
Here,  in  this  life,  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store : 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more, 
B* 


34  PSALMS. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Washed  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 
Dressed  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 

18.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6,  10,  15—18,  49.  L.  M. 

Deliverance  from  despair. 

1  THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength, 

My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rose. 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

3  I  saw  the  opening  gates  of  hell. 

With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
Which  none,  but  they  that  feel,  can  tell, — 
While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress  I  called  my  God, 

When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine  ; 
He  bowed  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

5  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  shone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, — 

The  blast  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

7  My  song  forever  shall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 


PSALMS.  35 

18.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  10,  14,  50.  CM. 

Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies. 

1  WE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore; 

Now  is  thine  arm  revealed  ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  tower, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  salvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 

The  lightning  of  his  spear? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  speaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  dismayed  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blessed 

For  his  own  children's  sake ; 
The  powers  that  give  his  people  rest 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

18.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  9—11.  C.  M. 

God  appearing  in  majesty. 

1  THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reicm. 


36  PSALMS. 

18.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  20-26.  L.  M. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear : 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 

And  thou  hast  owned  my  righteous  cause. 

2  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 
What  wars  and  smugglings  in  my  breast ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

3  The  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will, — 
When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sovereign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  ? 

4  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward : 
The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

5  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they ; 
And  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know, 
Thou  hast  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 

18.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  30-35,  46-50.  L.  M 

Salvation  and  triumph  in  God. 

1  JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode ; 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where 's  a  refuge  like  our  God  1 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield  j 
And  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives — and  blessed  be  my  Rock — 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives; 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  he  broke : 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  shame. 


PSALMS.  37 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  seed 

Thy  grace  forever  shall  extend : 
Thy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

18.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  46-49.  8s&7s. 
Triumphing  in  Christ's  victory. 

1  LO  !  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ! 

He 's  my  rock,  I  bless  his  name : 
He,  my  God,  salvation  giveth ; 
All  ye  lands,  exalt  his  fame. 

2  O'er  his  enemies  exalted, 

See  the  great  Redeemer  rise  ! 
Though  by  powers  of  hell  assaulted, 
God  supports  him  to  the  skies. 

3  God,  Messiah's  cause  maintaining, 

Shall  his  righteous  throne  extend : 
O'er  the  world  the  Saviour  reigning, 
Earth  shall  at  his  footstool  bend. 

19.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

The  book  of  nature  and  scripture  compared. 

1  THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand : 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light : 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
4 


38  PSALMS. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

19.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  7— 9,  11,  14.  S.  M. 

For  a  LoroVs-Day  morning. 

1  BEHOLD  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  maker,  God , 
And  all  his  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known : 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  christian  lands  rejoice  ; 

Here  he  reveals  his  word : 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes ; 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure ; 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promises  forever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

19.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—9.  S.  M. 

God's  word  most  excellent. 

1  BEHOLD  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


PSALMS.  39 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

19.  FOURTH  VERSION.  L.  M.    6 1. 

The  glory  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  THY  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare, 

The  firmament  displays  thy  skill ; 
The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 

Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfill ; 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech, 
And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach. 

2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear, 

Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear, 

Led  by  the  silent  moon  along, 
Till  round  tht  earth,  from  all  the  sky, 
Thy  beauty  be^ms  on  every  eye. 

3  Waked  by  thy  toujh,  the  morning  sun 

Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bower, 
And,  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  wi\h  speed  and  power,— 
Thy  flaming  messenger,  to  dart 
Life  through  the  depth  of  nature's  heart. 

4  While  these  transporting  visions  shine, 

Along  the  path  of  Providence, 
Glory  eternal,  joy  divine, 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense ; 
My  soul  thy  goodness  longs  to  see, 
Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me. 


40  PSALMS. 

19.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  1-6.  L.  M. 

1  THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display; 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale ; 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; — 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ba)Z, — 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  are  found,— 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, — 

'  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.' 

19.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  7,  S,  11.  L.  M.  D. 

The  glory  of  God  in  h*  word. 

1  THE  starry  firmament  ->n  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  &&  sky, 

Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  O  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word: 
The  hopes  that  h*ly  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise- 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

2  Almighty  Lord !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  j— 


PSALMS.  41 

But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres. 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 

19.  SEVENTH  VERSION.     V.  1-6.  L.P.M. 

The  book  of  nature. 

1  GREAT  God.  the  heaven's  well  ordered  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name: 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundless  power,  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light. 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read ; 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice; 
The  sun,  like  some  young  bridegroom  dressed, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  smiles  and  speaks  his  maker,  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  show  thy  praise: 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  shines ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 

19.  EIGHTH  VERSION.    V.  7-14.  L.P.M. 

The  book  of  scripture. 

1  I  LOVE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 


42  PSALMS. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw ; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  passed, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

19,  NINTH  VERSION.     V.  1— 6.  H.  M. 

The  glory  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord  most  high! 

In  heaven  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  this  lower  sky 

Unfolds  thy  skill  divine. 
Thy  wisdom  there,  Through  every  clime, 

And  power  sublime,         |    Thy  works  declare. 

2  Each  day  proclaims  thy  hand 

To  earth's  admiring  throng ; 
Each  night  from  land  to  land 

Repeats  the  solemn  song. 
The  pale  moon  shines     I    And  writes  thy  praise 
With  silver  rays,  |    In  fairest  lines. 

3  Like  a  young  bridegroom  dressed, 

Comes  forth  the  morning  sun, 
And,  as  a  champion  blest, 

Delights  his  race  to  run. 
O'er  seas  and  isles  I    To  heaven's  far  ends 

His  warmth  extends ;      |    His  glory  smiles. 


PSALMS.  43 

4  Beneath  the  kindly  ray 

All  nature's  realms  rejoice ; 
All  join  the  solemn  lay, 

And  lift  their  grateful  voice. 
The  sea  and  shore,  I    And  earth  and  heaven 

The  morn  and  even,       |    Their  God  adore. 

5  What  though  no  voice,  nor  sound, 

Be  heard  from  yonder  sky, — 
A  nobler  speech  is  found 
By  virtue's  raptured  eye. 
To  God's  great  hand,      I    Let  songs  arise 
|    From  every  land. 


19.  TENTH  VERSION.    V.  7—14.  H.  M. 

The  glory  of  God  in  his  word. 

1  HOW  bright  thy  glories  beam 

From  every  gospel  line  ! 
They  teach  th'  Eternal  name 

In  language  most  divine. 
To  humble  hearts  I    Renewing  grace 

That  seek  thy  face,         |    Thy  truth  imparts. 

2  How  pure  thy  perfect  word  ! 

That  lamp  to  wandering  feet: 
What  peace  thy  laws  afford! 

Thy  promises  how  sweet ! 
A  rich  reward  I    And  bid  me  live, 

Thy  statutes  give,  |    And  serve  the  Lord. 

3  Not  honey  so  delights, 

Nor  heaps  of  gold  refined; 
No  pleasure  so  invites 

The  pure  and  pious  mind. 
Her  erring  thoughts       I    And  make  me  whole 
Teach  thou  my  soul,       |    From  secret  faults. 

4  From  each  presumptuous  way 

My  wandering  feet  restrain ; 
So  shall  my  life  be  free 

From  every  fatal  stain. 
O  make  me  see,  I    My  thoughts  and  ways 

Thou  God  of  grace,       |    Approved  by  thee ! 


44  PSALMS. 

19.  ELEVENTH  VERSION.     V.  11—14.  S.  M. 

Sincerity  and  watchfulness. 

1  I  HEAR  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

2  Oh,  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

3  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 
Forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

4  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

SO.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—6,  9.  L.  M. 

Prayer  and  hope  of  victory. 

1  NOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 

Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  S 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 

His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts : 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

3  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God, 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

4  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear ; 

Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong ; 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 


PSALMS.  45 

50.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  5,  6.  7s  &  6s. 

Confidence  in  God. 

1  THE  Lord  in  trouble  hear  thee, 

And  help  from  Zion  send  ; 
The  God  of  grace  be  near  thee 

To  comfort  and  befriend! 
Thy  human  weakness  strengthen, 

Thy  earthly  wants  supply. 
Thy  span  of  nature  lengthen 

To  endless  life  on  high ! 

2  Above  his  own  anointed 

His  banner  bright  shall  wave : 
Their  times  are  all  appointed ; 

The  Lord  his  flock  will  save  : 
Through  life's  deceitful  mazes, 

Their  steps  will  safely  bear ; 
Accept  their  feeble  praises, 

And  hear  their  every  prayer. 

51.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  5,  7,  8,  13.  C.  M. 

Rulers  are  the  care  of  heaven. 

1  OUR  rulers,  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise. 

Shall  in  thy  strength  rejoice, 
And  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence  through  nations  round 

II as  spread  their  honors  far; 
And  their  successful  measures  crowned, 
Alike  in  peace  and  war. 

3  Then  let  them  still  on  God  rely, 

For  wisdom,  and  for  grace ; 
His  mercy  shall  their  wants  supply, 
And  save  our  happy  race. 

4  But.  righteous  Lord,  thy  stubborn  foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand ; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  shall  find  out  those 
That  hate  thy  mild  command. 

5  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame ; 
Whilst  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 


46  PSALMS. 

21,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1— 6.  L.  M 

Christ  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  HOW  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy, 

In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  hast  raised  his  kingdom  high, 
And  given  the  world  to  his  command. 

2  Whate'er  he  wills,  thy  goodness  gives, 

Nor  doth  the  least  request  withhold ; 
Blessings  attend  him  while  he  lives, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

3  Around  his  sacred  temples  shine 

Th'  Eternal's  uncreated  rays ; 
All  power  is  his,  and  grace  divine, 
And  length  of  everlasting  days. 

S3.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  20,  21,  24,  26-31.  CM 

Christ's  sufferings  and  exaltation. 

1  IN  deep  distress  our  Saviour  prayed, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  hour  of  dread, 
And  chased  away  his  fears. 

2  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  i 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worship  or  shall  die. 

3  A  numerous  offspring  must  arise 

From  his  expiring  groans ; 
They  shall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

4  The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread ; 
And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

5  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

22,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  7,  16,  IS,  24.  28,  31.         L.  M 

1  NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 


PSALMS.  47 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laughed  in  scorn ; — 
'  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave ', 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save.' 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet : 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

4  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry ; 
Raised  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

23.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  6.  L.  M. 

The  Divine  Shepherd. 

1  MY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord ; 

Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supplied ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest: 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food 's  divinely  blest. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  mistake ; 

But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 

In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, — 
My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  shepherd 's  with  me  there.. 

5  Amid  the  darkness  and  the  deeps, 

Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  stay ; 
Thy  staff  supports  my  feeble  steps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  household  all  their  days : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  seek  his  face  and  sing  his  praise. 


48  PSALMS. 

23.  SECOND  VERSION.  L.  M.  6  1. 

The  Divine  Shepherd. 

1  THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
■And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant ; 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 

•  My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 

And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  wants  beguile: 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

23.  THIRD  VERSION.  C.  M. 

1  MY  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 

When  I  forsake  his  ways ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 


When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay ; 
A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 

Drives  all  my  fears  away. 


PSALMS,  49 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  still  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
"Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days : 

0  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praise  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

While  others  go  and  come, — 
No  more  a  stranger,  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

33.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  1-4, €.  CM, 

1  THE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide ; 
The  shepherd,  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  water  flows. 

3  He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote, 
And  in  his  temple  spend, 

23.  FIFTH  VERSION.  S.M. 

1  THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 
C  5 


50  PSALMS. 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade 
My  shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows^ 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

23.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  6.  7s. 

The  Divine  Shepherd. 

1  TO  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heatr 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard, — and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


PSALMS.  51 

«$3.  SEVENTH  VERSION.  lis.  A. 

1  THE  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,   redeems  when 
oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death,  though  I 

stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  j 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ; 
Oh !  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God ! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above; 
I  seek — by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod, 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn — thy  kingdom 
of  love. 

34:.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Dwelling  with  God. 

1  THE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's, 

With  Adam's  numerous  race ; 
He  raised  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  seas. 

2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 

May  visit  thine  abode  1 
He  that  hath  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace  : 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  souls'  immortal  powers. 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare ; 
Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors, — 
The  king  of  glory 's  near. 


52  PSALMS. 

5  The  King  of  glory !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  saints  is  his  delight. 


34.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—6.  L.  M. 

Saints  dwelling  in  heaven. 

1  THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men  and  worms,  and  beasts  and  birds : 
He  raised  the  building  on  the  seas, 

And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there 's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky  ; 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean ; 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face : 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 


£54:.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7— 10.  L.  M. 

Christ's  ascension. 

1  REJOICE,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh! 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

2  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way : 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqueror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

3  Raised  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


PSALMS.  53 

24.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  7— 10.  L.  M. 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3  Loose  all  your  hars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  '  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  V 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame ; 

That  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 

6  '  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who?' 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too ; 
God  over  all,  forever  blessed. 

25.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—11.  S.  M 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction. 

1  I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 

My  trust  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  powers  of  hell, 

Persuade  me  to  despair : 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well. 
That  I  may  shun  the  snare. 

3  From  the  first  dawning  light, 

Till  the  dark  evening  rise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 


54  PSALMS. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind  ; 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways, 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame  ; 
He  pardons,  though  my  guilt  be  great, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

£$•».  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  6—8.  S.  M. 

Waiting  for  pardon  unci  direction. 

1  TO  God,  in  whom  I  trust, 
I  lift  my  heart  and  voice ; 

0  let.  me  not  be  put  to  shame, 

Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

2  Thy  mercies,  and  thy  love, 
O  Lord,  recall  to  mind  ; 

And  graciously  continue  still, 
As  thou  wast  ever,  kind. 

3  Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 
Be  blotted  out  by  thee  ; 

And,  for  thy  wondrous  goodness'  sake, 
In  mercy  think  on  me. 

4  His  mercy,  and  his  truth, 
The  righteous  Lord  displays, 

In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 

£$*>.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  12,  14,  10,  13.  S.  M. 

Divine  instruction. 

1  WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 

That  fears  to  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 


PSALMS.  55 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand. 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
»  With  such  as  to  his  covenant  stand, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 

3«5.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  15,  16,  18,  20—22.  S.   M. 

Backsliding  and  desertion. 

1  MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul; 
Bring  thy  salvation  near ; 

When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  1 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod '? 

4  With  every  morning  light, 
My  grief  anew  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

5  O  keep  my  soul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 

For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

6  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  see  thy  face  again : 

Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

Conscious  integrity. 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


56  PSALMS. 

2  [I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite  * 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes.] 

3  Among  thy  saints  will  I  appear, 

With  hands  well  washed  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  telL 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  joined  at  last 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  passed 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 

££7.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6.  C.    M. 

The  church  is  our  delight  and  safety. 

1  THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too : 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  \ 

O  grant  me  an  abode, 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around  ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


PSALMS.  57 

37.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  8,  9,  13,  14.  C.  M. 

Prayer  a?id  hope. 

1  SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, — 

'  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace  ;' 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, — 
'  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face.' 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed, 
Thy  grace  would  soon  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He  '11  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

37.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  7,  8,  10.  7s. 

The  orphan's  refuge  in  God. 

1  WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 

Hear,  Jehovah!  from  afar,* 
Let  thy  tender  mercies  be 

Still  propitious  to  my  prayer. 
When  thou  bad'st  me  seek  thy  face, 

Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 
Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, — 

'  Thee  I  '11  seek,  O  Lord  most  high !' 

2  Should  the  world  deceitful  prove, 

And  no  more  its  help  I  share ; 
Though  decayed  a  mother's  love, 

Though  withdrawn  a  father's  care ; 
Then  Jehovah's  guardian  eye 

Shall  my  orphan  state  defend, 
Shall  a  parent's  place  supply, — 

He,  my  guardian,  father,  friend. 
C* 


58  PSALMS. 

£8.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  6,  9.  L.  M 

Deliverance  from  temptations. 

1  BLESSED  be  the  Lord,  who  heard  my  prayer, 

The  Lord  my  shield,  my  help,  my  song, 
Who  saved  my  soul  from  sin  and  fear, 

And  tuned  with  praise  my  thankful  tongue. 

2  In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  distress, 

By  foes  beset,  of  death  afraid, 
My  spirit  trusted  in  his  grace, 

And  sought,  and  found,  his  heavenly  aid. 

3  O  blest  Redeemer  of  mankind  ! 

Thy  shield,  thy  saving  strength,  shall  be 
The  shield,  the  strength,  of  every  mind, 
That  loves  his  name,  and  trusts  in  thee. 

4  Remember,  Lord,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 

Israel  defend  from  guilt  and  wo  ; 
Thy  flock  in  richest  pastures  feed, 
And  guard  their  steps  from  every  foe. 

5  Zion  exalt,  her  cause  maintain, 

With  peace  and  joy  her  courts  surround : 
In  showers  let  endless  blessings  rain, 
And  saints  eternal  praise  resound. 

28.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  3,  6,  7.  CM. 

Deliverance  from  evil  companions. 

1  TO  thee,  my  King,  my  God  of  grace, 

I  lift  my  humble  cry  ; 
Let  not  my  poor  desponding  soul 
With  impious  wretches  die. 

2  With  honeyed  lips,  and  guileful  tongue, 

They  charm  the  young  astray, 
And  lure  their  heedless  feet  to  death, 
Along  the  flowery  way. 

3  For  me  they  dug  the  secret  pit, 

And  formed  the  hidden  snare  ; 
Thoughtless  I  followed  where  they  led, 
Nor  saw  destruction  near. 

4  My  heart,  with  agonizing  prayer, 

Besought  the  Lord  to  save  ; 
Unseen  he  seized  my  trembling  hand, 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 


PSALMS.  59 

5  He  broke  the  charm  which  drew  my  feet 

To  darkness  and  the  dead  ; 
From  lips  profane,  and  tongues  impure, 
With  quivering  steps  I  fled. 

6  Homeward  I  flew  to  find  my  God, 

And  seek  his  face  divine  ; 
Restored  to  peace,  to  hope,  to  life, 
To  Z ion's  friends,  and  mine. 

7  [My  lips  thy  wondrous  works  shall  sing, 

My  heart  adore  thy  grace  ; 
Henceforth  be  love  my  sweet  employ, 
And  all  my  pleasure  praise.] 

29.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Storm  and  thunder. 

1  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 

Over  the  ocean  and  the  land : 
His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  speaks — and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around : 
The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  valleys  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood, 

The  Thunderer  reigns  forever  king  ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 

The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


60  PSALMS. 

29,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  7—11.  lis. 

1  GIVE  glory  to  God  in  the  highest ;  give  praise, 

Ye  noble,  ye  mighty,  with  joyful  accord  ; 
All-wise  are  his  counsels,  all-perfect  his  ways ; 
In  the  beauty  of  holiness  worship  the  Lord. 

2  The  voice  of  the  Lord  on  the  ocean  is  known, 

The  God  of  eternity  thunders  abroad ; 
The  voice  of  the  Lord,  from  the  depth  of  his  throne, 
Is  terror  and  power  ; — all  nature  is  awed. 

3  At  the  voice  of  the  Lord,  the  strong  cedars  arebowed, 

And  towers  from  their  base  into  ruin  are  hurled  ; 
The  voice  of  the  Lord,  from  the  dark-bosomed  cloud, 
Dissevers  the  lightning  in  flames  o'er  the  world. 

4  The  voice  of  the  Lord,  through  the  calm  of  the  wood. 

Awakens  its  echoes,  strikes  light  through  its  caves  j 
The  Lord  sitteth  King  on  the  turbulent  flood ; 
The  winds  are   his  servants, — his   servants  the 
waves. 

5  The  Lord  is  the  strength  of  his  people ;  the  Lord 

Gives  health  to  his  chosen,  and  peace  evermore  ; 
Then  throng  to  his  temple,  his  glory  record ; 
But  Oh !  when  he  speaketh — in  silence  adore. 

30.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—5.  L.  M. 
Divine  deliverances  in  sickness. 

1  I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  7 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodness  is  ; 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

30.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  2—5.  C.  M 

1  O  LORD  my  God,  oppressed  with  grief, 
To  thee  I  breathed  my  cry; 
Thy  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 
And  wiped  my  tearful  eye. 


PSALMS.  61 

2  Thy  mercy  chased  the  shades  of  death, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave  ; 
O  may  thy  praise  employ  that  breath, 
Which  mercy  deigns  to  save. 

3  Come,  O  ye  saints,  your  voices  raise 

To  God,  in  grateful  songs  ; 
And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 

4  Her  deepest  gloom  when  sorrow  spreads, 

And  light  and  hope  depart, 
His  smile  celestial  morning  sheds, 
And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

30.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  6—12.  L.  M. 

1  FIRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
And  I  presumed  'twould  ne'er  be  night: 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, — 

'  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart.'  * 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, — 

'  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  1 

Deep  in  the  dust  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there? 

4  c  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,'  T  said, 

1  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead :' 
Thy  word  rebuked  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pardoning  love  removed  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
Are  turned  to  joy  and  praises  now ; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  through  earth  and  heaven, 
For  sickness  healed,  and  sins  forgiven. 
6 


62  PSALMS. 

31.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  5,  13—16,  19,  23.  C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  death. 

1  INTO  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 

My  spirit  I  commit; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  my  soul  from  death, 
And  saved  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  passions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintained  a  doubtful  strife ; 
While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspired 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  '  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,'  I  cried, 

'Though  I  draw  near  the  dust:' 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 

4  O  make  the  brightness  of  thy  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine, 
And  save  me,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
For  I  'm  entirely  thine. 

5  Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  free ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace, 
To  those  that  fear  thy  majesty, 
And  trust  thy  promises ! 

6  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 

And  sing  his  praises  loud; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompense  the  proud. 

31.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  7— 9,  13,  14,  18— 21.  CM. 

Deliverance  from  slander  and  reproach. 

1  MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

My  God,  my  help,  my  trust; 
Thou  hast  preserved  my  face  from  sham  ft, 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 

2  Slander  and  fear,  on  every  side, 

Seized,  and  beset  me  round ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 

3  How  great  deliverance  thou  hast  wrought 

Before  the  sons  of  men ; 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought, 
And  made  their  boastings  vain ! 


PSALMS.  63 

4  Thy  children  from  the  strife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

5  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 

Let  me,  forever  dwell ; 
No  fencCd  city,  walled  and  barred, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

31.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  3,  21,  24.  L.  M 

Confidence  in  God. 

1  LORD,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name, 

I  place  my  hope,  my  only  trust; 
Save  me  from  sorrow,  guilt,  and  shame, 
Thou  ever  gracious,  ever  just. 

2  Thou  art  my  rock — thy  name  alone 

The  fortress  where  my  hopes  retreat ; 
O  make  thy  power  and  mercy  known ; 
To  safety  guide  my  wandering  feet. 

3  Blessed  be  the  Lord — forever  blessed, 

Whose  mercy  bids  my  fears  remove ; 
The  sacred  wails,  which  guard  my  rest, 
Are  his  almighty  power  and  love. 

4  Ye  humble  souls,  who  seek  his  face, 

Let  sacred  courage  fill  your  heart ! 
Hope  in  the  Lord — and  trust  his  grace, 
And  he  shall  heavenly  strength  impart. 

31.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  1—3, 14,  15,  19,  23.  7s.  61. 

1  LORD !  I  look  for  all  to  thee; 
Thou  hast  been  a  rock  to  me : 
Still  thy  wonted  aid  afford ; 

Still  be  near,  my  shield,  my  sword ! 
Faint  and  sinking  on  my  road, 
Still  I  cling  to  thee,  my  God ! 

2  On  thy  word  I  take  my  stand ; 
AH  my  times  are  in  thy  hand : 
Oh  !  what  mercies  still  attend 

Those  who  make  the  Lord  their  friend ! 
Lord !  may  this  my  portion  be  : 
Seek  it.  all  ye  saints  !  with  me. 


64  PSALMS. 

33.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6.  S.  M. 

Confession,  pardon  and  obedience. 

1  O  BLESSED  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ! 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  festering  wound ; 

Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

33.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—6.  C.  M. 

1  HAPPY  the  man,  to  whom  his  God 

No  more  imputes  his  sin ; 
But,  washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean ! 

2  His  spirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  sincere ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

3  While  I  my  inward  sruilt  suppressed, 

No  quiet  could  I  find: 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breast, 
And  racked  my  tortured  mind. 

4  Then  I  confessed  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  secret  sins  revealed ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  sealed. 

5  This  shall  invite  thy  saints  to  pray ; — 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rise,  our  strength  and  stay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 


PSALMS.  65 

35$.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  2.  L.  M. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  forever  blest, 

Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God ; 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  not  his  iniquities ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free ; 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  1 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines. 

33.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  3-8.  L.  M, 

Confession,  pardon,  and  relief. 

1  WHILE  I  keep  silence  and  conceal 

My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel  I 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart  I 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  secret  faults  confess : 

Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pardoning  word, 

Thy  holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  every  humble  soul 

Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat  j 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear ; 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 
6* 


66  PSALMS. 

33.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—11.  C.  M. 

Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 

This  work  belongs  to  you ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim : 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heavenly  arches  spread ; 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  bade  Hie  swelling  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep ; 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand ; 
He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

33.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1— 11.  L.P.M. 

1  YE  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice, 

Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice ; 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, — 

How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true ! 

2  Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves ; 

His  word  the  heavenly  arches  spread ; 
How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south ! 
And  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth 

Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 


PSALMS.  67 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  seas ; 
Those  watery  treasures  know  their  place, 

In  the  vast  store-house  of  the  deep : 
He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires,  and  seas,  and  heaven,  and  earth, 

His  everlasting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  their  thoughts,  and  weak  their  hands ; 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

33.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  12—22.  C.  M. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-sufficient. 

1  BLEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

Hath  fixed  his  gracious  throne ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heavenly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eyes,  with  infinite  survey, 

The  spacious  world  behold ; 
He  formed  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  rescued  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave ; 
Nor  speed  nor  courage  of  a  horse 
Can  the  bold  rider  save. 

4  Vain  is  the  strength  of  beasts  or  men, 

To  hope  for  safety  thence ; 

But  holy  souls  from  God  obtain 

A  strong  and  sure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trust : 

When  plagues  or  famine  spread, 
His  watchful  eye  secures  the  just 
Among  ten  thousand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  bless  us  from  thy  throne ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  trust  thy  grace  alone. 


68  PSALMS. 

33.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  12— 22.  L.P.M. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-sufficient. 

1  O  HAPPY  nation  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  treasure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  surveys, 
He  formed  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 

But  God,  their  Maker,  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  host, 

And  of  his  strength  the  champion  boast ; 

In  vain  they  boast,  in  vain  rely ; 
In  vain  we  trust  the  brutal  force, 
Or  speed,  or  courage  of  a  horse, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  compassion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  secure  defence  afford, 

When  death  or  dangers  threatening  stand ; 
Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  the  just, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trust, 

When  wars  or  famine  waste  the  land. 

4  In  sickness,  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  Physician,  thou  our  Shield, 

Send  us  salvation  from  thy  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  see  thy  goodness  shine ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

34.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—9.  L.  M 
Praise  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  LORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 

Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song.     . 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ; 

Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calmed  the  tumult  of  mv  fears. 


PSALMS.  69 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  heavenly  joy  their  faces  shine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  hope  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord: 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints, 
Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word. 

34.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—9.  C.  M. 

1  1 5LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 

How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  souls  that  love  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Sing,  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  sufferer  cried, 
Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  shame, 
Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 

3  When  threatening  sorrows  round  me  stood. 

And  endless  fears  arose, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes : — 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  sharpest  torments  ease, 
And  silenced  all  my  fears. 

5  O  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Where'er  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his ; 

His  eye  regards  the  just: 
How  richly  blessed  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 


70  PSALMS. 

34.  THIRD  VERSION.     1-4,  7—9.  C.  M. 

Praise  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all,  that  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name  ; 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all, 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love ; 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 
He  '11  make  your  wants  his  care. 

34:.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  11—20,  22.  L.  M. 

Religious  instructions  to  the  young. 

1  CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 

Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints. 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 
He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 


PSALMS.  71 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 

His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones ; 
They  in  his  praise  employ  their  breath. 

34:.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  11—22.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 

And  that  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 

Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mischief  practice  love. 

Pursue  the  works  of  peace ; 
So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  souls  at  ease. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry ; 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  sorrows  here  they  taste, 

Are  sharp  and  tedious  too  ; 
The  Lord  who  saves  them  all  at  last, 
Is  their  supporter  now. 

5  Evil  shall  smite  the  wicked  dead ; 

But  God  secures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  desolation  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  sinner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeems  their  souls. 

35.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  13,  14,  24—28.  7s. 

Prayer  of  the  persecuted. 

1  PLEAD,  O  God,  my  cause  with  those 
Who  declare  themselves  my  foes : 
They  would  not  that  I  should  live : 
From  their  rage,  salvation  give. 


72  PSALMS. 

2  Did  I  not  their  sorrows  share ; — 
Treat  them  with  a  brother's  care ; 
And  before  thee  humbly  plead, 
In  their  former  days  of  need  ? 

3  Now,  in  their  unrighteous  cause, 
Leagued  against  thy  holy  laws, 
Let  them  not — an  impious  host — 
O'er  thy  friend  a  triumph  boast. 

4  Judge,  O  Lord,  in  righteousness ; 
Set  me  right ;  my  wrongs  redress  : 
As  I  thee  have  truly  loved, 

Let  me  stand  by  thee  approved. 

5  Then  thy  friends  will  shout  aloud, — 
'  Magnify  the  name  of  God ;' 

And  thy  rescued  servant  raise, 
All  the  day,  his  song  of  praise. 

35,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  12—15.  C.  M. 

David's  hve  to  enemies,  typical  of  Christ's. 

1  BEHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  love. 

That  holy  David  shows ; 
Behold  his  kind  compassion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes ! 

2  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fasting  mortified  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  prayed. 

3  They  groaned  and  cursed  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

4  O  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears ; 
While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

5  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  king, 

Blest  and  beloved  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels  dead  in  sin, 
Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 


PSALMS.  73 

36.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  5—7.  S.  M. 

The  wickedness  of  man,  and  the  majesty  of  God. 

1  WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, — 
'  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes,' 

2  [He  walks  awhile  concealed 

In  a  self  flattering  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  revealed, 
Expose  his  hateful  name,] 

3  [His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fair ; 
Wisdom  is  banished  from  his  soul, 
And  leaves  no  goodness  there.] 

4  But  there  's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear ; 
His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

5  His  truth  transcends  the  sky ; 

In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie ; 
His  anger  burns  to  hell, 

6  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs ! 
O  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings ! 

36.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  6.  C.  M. 

Practical  atheism  exposed. 

1  WHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  says,— 
•  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none.' 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

Whate'er  their  lips  profess, 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  seek  his  grace. 

3  What  strange  self-flattery  blinds  their  eyes ! 

But  there  's  a  hastening  hour 
When  they  shall  see,  with  sore  surprise, 
The  terrors  of  thy  power. 


74  PSALMS. 

4  Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathomed  sea. 

36.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  5—9.  L.  M. 

The  perfections,  providence,  and  grace  of  God. 

1  HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large ; 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share : 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs  I 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast : 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

36.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  5,  7— 9.  CM. 

1  ABOVE  these  heavens'  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 
Thy  truth  out-lives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

2  Safety  to  man  thy  goodness  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beast ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choose  to  rest. 


PSALMS.  75 

3  From  thee,  when  creature-streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  springs  of  life  shall  flow, 
And  raise  our  pleasures  high. 

4  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 

Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

37.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6,  11.  CM 

The  cure  of  envy,  fretfulness  and  unbelief. 

1  WHY  should  I  vex  my  soul  and  fret 

To  see  the  wicked  rise  ? 
Or  envy  sinners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  1 

2  As  flowery  grass,  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon, 
In  everlasting  shades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practice  all  that 's  good ; 
So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 
And  he  '11  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will : 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet 
Shall  my  desires  fulfill. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  souls  are  given. 

37.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  16,  21,  26,  23—31.  C.  M. 

Charity  to  the  poor ;  or,  religion  in  Words  and  deeds. 

1  WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 
And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 


76  PSALMS. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 

But  ne'er  designs  to  pay ; 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives 

Among  the  sons  of  need ; 
His  memory  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  He  fears  to  talk  with  lips  profane, 

To  slander  or  defraud ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learned  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 

6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand 

Preserved  from  every  snare ! 
They  shall  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

37.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  23-25,  29,  35-37.  C.  M. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  MY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 

Are  ordered  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, — 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 

Their  virtues  he  approves ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

4  The  haughty  sinner  I  have  seen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 


PSALMS.  77 

5  And  lo !  he  vanished  from  the  ground, 

Destroyed  by  hands  unseen ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

6  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  several  steps  attend ; 
True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

38.  V.  1,  4,  6,  9,  15,  18,  21,  22.  CM. 

Prayer  in  anguish. 

1  AMID  thy  wrath  remember  love, 

Restore  thy  servant,  Lord ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  for  my  soul  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

3  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea, 

My  head  still  bending  down ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

4  All  my  desire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 
And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan, 
Is  noticed  by  thine  ear. 

5  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 

0  Lord  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 

39.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  3.  C  M. 

Watchfulness  over  the  tongue. 

1  THUS  I  resolved  before  the  Lord,— 

'  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong.' 

2  And,  if  I'm  e'er  constrained  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 

1  '11  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 

Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
7* 


78  PSALMS. 

3  I  '11  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Lest  scoffers  should  occasion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet,  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I  '11  not  be  overawed, 
But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear, 
That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

39.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  4,  5,  6,  7.  C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

39.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  4,  5,  7.  L.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  j 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 


PSALMS.  79 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span; 

A  little  point  my  life  appears  : 
How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  ! 

3  O  be  a  nobler  portion  mine  ! 

My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasure  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 

39.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  4—6,12,  13.  L.  M. 

1  O  LET  me,  heavenly  Lord  !  extend 
My  view,  to  life's  approaching  end : 
What  are  my  days  ? — a  span  their  line  ; 
And  what  my  age,  compared  with  thine  1 

2  Our  life  advancing  to  its  close, 

While  scarce  its  earliest  dawn  it  knows, 
Swift,  through  an  empty  shade,  we  run, 
And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3  God  of  my  fathers  !  here,  as  they, 
I  walk,  the  pilgrim  of  a  day ; 

A  transient  guest,  thy  works  admire, 
And  instant  to  my  home  retire. 

4  O  spare  me,  Lord !  in  mercy,  spare, 
And  nature's  failing  strength  repair ; 
Ere,  life's  short  circuit  wandered  o'er, 
I  perish,  and  am  seen  no  more. 

39.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  4,5,  9—13.  S.  M. 

1  LORD,  let  me  know  mine  end, 

My  days,  how  brief  their  date, 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend 
How  frail  my  best  estate. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  span, 

Mine  age  is  nought  with  thee ; 
Sure,  in  his  highest  honor,  man 
Is  dust  and  vanity. 

3  Dumb  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 

For  thou  hast  brought  me  low; 
Remove  thy  judgments,  lest  I  die  ; 
I  faint  beneath  thy  blow. 


80  PSALMS. 

4  At  thy  rebuke,  the  bloom 

Of  man's  vain  beauty  flies  ; 
And  grief  shall  like  a  moth  consume 
All  that  delights  our  eyes. 

5  Have  pity  on  my  fears, 

Hearken  to  my  request ; 
Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 

6  O  spare  me  yet,  I  pray, 

Awhile  my  strength  restore, 

Ere  I  am  summoned  hence  away, 

And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 

39.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  9—13.  C.  BE. 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;  or,  pleading  without  repining. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, — 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I  Tll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word. 
Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes : 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  Crushed  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust : 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty  's  lost. 

5  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

6  But  if  my  life  be  spared  awhile, 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I  '11  declare  thy  love. 


PSALMS.  81 

40.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1.  2,  3,  5,  17.  C.  M. 

A  song  of  deliverance  from  great  distress. 

1  I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord,— 

He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet. 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new,  thankful  song. 

4  I  '11  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  I 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great! 
We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough. 
Their  number  to  repeat. 

6  When  I  'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart. 

My  God  oeholds  my  heavy  wo, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

4:0.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  6—9.  G.  M. 

The  incarnation  and  sacrifice  of  Christ. 

1  THUS  saith  the  Lord, — 'Your  work  is- vain, 

Give  your  burnt  offerings  o'er ; 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
My  soul  delights  no  more.' 

2  Then  spake  the  Saviour, — 'Lo,  I?mhere, 

My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
Whate'er  thy  sacred  books  declare; 
Thy  servant  shall  fulfill.' 

3  Behold,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes,. 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 


82  PSALAIS. 

4  Much  he  revealed  his  Father's  grace. 

And  much  his  truth  he  showed, 
And  preached  the  way  of  righteousness, 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

5  His  Father's  honor  touched  his  heart, 

He  pitied  sinners'  cries, 
And,  to  fulfill  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

6  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean  ; 
But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

4:1*  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  12.  C.  M. 

Blessedness  of  the  merciful. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  liberal  heart 

Feels  for  the  suffering  poor  ; 
Who  freely  gives,  for  their  relief, 
His  counsel  and  his  store. 

2  To  him  the  Lord  in  troublous  times 

Will  sure  deliverance  send  ; 
His  life  prolong  on  earth,  and  bless, 
And  from  his  foes  defend. 

3  When,  on  the  bed  of  languishing, 

His  mortal  hour  is  come, 
The  Lord  will  soothe  his  dying  pains, 
And  take  the  sufferer  home. 


Their  hearts  are  like  his  own : 
Heaven  is  the  home  of  those  who  breathe 
The  mercy  of  his  throne. 

41.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3.  L.  M. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soul  can  move, 

And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 
Whose  heart,  by  sympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure :  — 

2  Who  still  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  : 
He  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
IShafl  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 


PSALMS.  83 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven ; 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 

455«  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—5.  C.  M 

Longing  for  God  in  absence  from  public  worship. 

1  WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God,  to  theel  look; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
The  foe  insults  without  control, — 
'  And  where 's  your  God  at  last !' 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days ; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

5  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand# 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  : 
For  1  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

4:55.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  4,  11.  C.  M. 

1  AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 


84  PSALMS. 

2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God. 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
O  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine ! 

3.  I  sigh,  as  oft  my  musing  thoughts 
Those  happy  days  present, 
When  I,  with  crowds  of  pious  friends, 
Thy  temple  did  frequent. 

4  Why  restless — why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
Hope  still — and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him,  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

42.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  6—11.  1 

Melancholy  reproved  ;  or,  hope  in  affliction. 

1  MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 

But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind  ; 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise, 

Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread ; 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rising  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

• 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I  address  his  throne  by  day ; 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove, — 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

4  I  '11  cast  myself  before  his  feet, 

And  say, — '  My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock, 
Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 
The,  soul,  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke  !5 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  sinks  so  low; 

Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too ; 
He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still, — 

Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill, 
My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy. 


PSALMS.  85 

4$$.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  6-9,  11.  7s.  6  1. 

1  HEARKEN,  Lord,  to  my  complaints, 
For  my  soul  within  me  faints ; 
Thee,  far  off,  I  call  to  mind, 

In  the  land  I  left  behind, 

Where  the  streams  of  Jordan  flow, 

Where  the  heights  of  Hermon  glow. 

2  Tempest-tost,  my  failing  bark 
Founders  on  the  ocean  dark ; 
Deep  to  deep  around  me  calls. 
With  the  rush  of  waterfalls, 
While  I  plunge  to  lower  caves, 
Overwhelmed  by  all  thy  waves. 

3  Once  the  morning's  earliest  light 
Brought  thy  mercy  to  my  sight, 
And  my  wakeful  song  was  heard 
Later  than  the  evening  bird  : 
Hast  thou  all  my  prayers  forgot  ? 
Dost  thou  scorn,  or  hear  them  not  ? 

4  Why,  my  soul,  art  thou  perplexed  ? 
Why  with  faithless  troubles  vexed  ? 
Hope  in  God,  whose  saving  name 
Thou  shalt  joyfully  proclaim, 
When  his  countenance  shall  shine 
Through  the  clouds  that  darken  thine. 

4SJ.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  6-6.  8s  &  7s.  D. 

1  O  MY  God,  by  thee  forsaken, 

Prostrate  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Faith  by  gloomy  terrors  shaken, 

All  my  hopes  within  me  die  : 
Yet,  my  soul,  in  thee  confiding, 

Meditates  thy  mercy  still; 
Though,  on  earth's  dark  coasts  abiding, 

Distant  far  from  Zion's  hill. 

2  Deep  to  deep  responsive  calling, 

Thunders  roar,  the  torrents  roll ; 
Bursting  clouds  around  me  falling, 

Wave  on  wave  o'erwhelms  my  soul : 
Yet  the  Lord,  his  grace  commanding, 

Will  with  mercies  crown  my  days  : 
He  my  guardian,  near  me  standing, 

Cheers  my  nights  with  prayer  and  praise, 
8 


86  PSALMS. 

43.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  5.  H.  M. 

A  complaint,  mingled  with  hope,  under  great  trials. 

1  MY  God,  defend  my  cause 
Against  a  host  of  foes ; 

O  save  me  from  th'  unjust, 

Who  triumph  in  my  woes ! 
Why  dost  thou  faint,  To  God  impart 

My  trembling  heart  ?      |    Thy  sad  complaint. 

2  Why  dost  thou,  O  my  Shield, 
Desert  me  thus  forlorn  ? 
Why,  hated  and  oppressed, 
Thus  bid  me  ceaseless  mourn? 

To  God  I  fly ;  When  low  in  dust 

In  God  I  trust,  |    My  head  shall  lie. 

3  My  soul  awake  to  joy, 
And  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
My  health,  my  hope,  my  song, 
And  my  divine  reward. 

Ye  fears  remove ;  [    But  blest  return 

No  more  I  mourn,  |    To  sing  his  love. 


43.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  3,  4.  H.  M. 

Public  worship  introduced. 

1  LORD,  to  thy  sacred  house 
I  come  with  willing  feet, 
Where  saint3  with  morning  vows 
In  full  assembly  meet. 

Thy  power  divine  I    And  from  thy  throne 

Shall  here  be  shown,      |    Thy  mercy  shine. 

2  O  send  thy  light  abroad ! 
Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 
And  guide  my  doubtful  way. 

I'll  hear  thy  word  I    And  learn  to  fear 

With  faith  sincere,  j    And  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Reach  forth  thy  bounteous  hand, 
And  all  my  sorrows  heal ; 

Here  health  and  strength  divine 
O  make  my  bosom  feel ! 


PSALMS.  87 

Like  balmy  dew  j    My  bones  rejoice. 

Shall  Jesus'  voice,  |    My  strength  renew. 

4  Then  in  thy  holy  hill, 
Before  thine  altar,  Lord, 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 
The  glories  of  thy  word. 
Henceforth  to  thee,         I    A  hymn  of  praise 

0  God  of  grace,  |    My  life  shall  be. 

44.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  8,  15—18,  26.  C.  M. 

The  church's  complaint  in  persecution. 

1  LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old — 

Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days : — 

2  How  thou  didst  build  thy  churches  here, 

And  make  thy  gospel  known ; 
Among  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 

4  But  now  our  souls  are  seized  with  shame, 

Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heaven ; 
Nor  have  our  steps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  hast  given. 

6  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

44.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1-^i.  C.  M. 

Public  deliverances  ascribed  to  God. 

1  O  LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 

In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
And  in  more  ancient  years : — 


88  PSALMS. 

2  How  thou,  to  plant  them  here,  didst  drive 

The  heathen  from  this  land, 
Afflicted  by  repeated  strokes 
Of  thine  avenging  hand. 

3  For  not  their  courage,  nor  their  sword, 

To  them  possession  gave ; 
Nor  strength  that  from  unequal  force 
Their  fainting  troops  could  save, — 

4  But  thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored, — 
Thy  presence  with  the  chosen  race, 
Who  thy  great  name  adored. 

5  As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  owned, 

So  thou  art  still  our  King ; 
O,  therefore,  as  of  old  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring. 

44.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  3,  6,  8.  L.  M. 

Public  deliverances  ascribed  to  God. 

1  OFT  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught, 
What  for  our  fathers  thou  hast  wrought ; 
While,  with  adoring  minds,  they  told 

The  wonders  of  thy  works  of  old. 

2  Not  by  their  sword  the  land  they  gained, 
Not  their  own  arm  their  right  sustained ; 
Thy  gracious  presence,  and  thy  hand, 
Bade  them  possess  the  promised  land. 

3  Still  we  disclaim  our  bow  and  sword, 
And  wait  salvation  from  the  Lord ; 
On  him  we  trust,  his  mercies  claim, 
Whose  presence  puts  our  foes  to  shame. 

4  From  morning  dawn  till  evening  close, 
Firm  on  our  God  our  hopes  repose : 
Our  Saviour,  to  thy  name  we'  11  raise 
The  tribute  of  eternal  praise. 

44.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  23-26.  L.M. 

1  WTHY  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell. 
Its  beams  of  majesty  conceal ; 
Regardless  of  the  woes  that  wait 
Around  our  long-afflicted  state? 


PSALMS.  89 


And  down  to  dust  our  life  descends ; 
And,  while  thine  arm  its  aid  denies, 
Prostrate  on  earth  deserted  lies. 
3  Rise  for  our  help,  eternal  Lord ! 
Salvation  shall  attend  thy  word : 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  alone  we  claim ; 
Redeem  us,  and  exalt  thy  name. 

45.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—7.  L.  M. 

The  glory  and  government  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, — 
Jesus  the  Lord ;  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace : 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword ; 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God !  forever  stands ; 
Grace  is  the  scepter  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blessed 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

45.  SECOND  VERSION.  +V.  1—7.  C.  M. 

1  I'LL  speak  the  honors  of  my  King; 
His  form  divinely  fair : 
None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 


90  PSALMS. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heavenly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed : 
Thy  God,  with  blessings  infinite, 
Hath  crowned  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince ! 

Ride  with  majestic  sway; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes. 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands ; 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  scepter  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 

45.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1—6.  S.  M 

The  glory  and  government  of  Christ. 

1  MY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Thy  beauties  are  divine ; 

Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow. 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword, 

And  ride  in  majesty  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey ; 

While  justice,  meekness,  grace  and  truth, 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God  !  are  right ; 
Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand ; 

And  thy  victo'^ous  gospel  prove 
A  scepter  in  thy  hand. 

15 ,  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  3,  4,  5.  H.  M 

The  triumph  of  Christ. 

1  GIRD  on  thy  conquering  sword, 
Ascend  thy%hining  car, 
And  march,  almighty  Lord, 
To  wage  thy  holy  war. 
Before  his  wheels,  Ye  valleys  rise, 

In  glad  surprise,  J    And  sink  ye  hills. 


PSALMS.  91 

2  Fair  truth,  and  smiling  love, 

And  injured  righteousness, 
Under  thy  banners  move, 

And  seek  from  thee  redress : 
Thou  in  their  cause        I    And  far  and  wide 
Shalt  prosperous  ride,     |    Dispense  thy  laws. 

3  Before  thine  awful  face, 

Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  conquers  all. 
The  world  shall  know,    I    What  wondrous  things 
Great  King  of  kings,      |    Thine  arm  can  do. 

4  Here  to  my  willing  soul, 

Bend  thy  triumphant  way ; 
Here  every  foe  control, 

And  all  thy  power  display, 
My  heart,  thy  throne,     I    Bows  low  to  thee, 
Blest  Jesus,  see  |    To  thee  alone. 

4*5.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  9—11,  13—17.  L.  M. 

Christ  and  his  church. 

1  THE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face. 
Adorned  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 

He  comes  with  blessings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  arrayed  in  purest  gold : 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  dress, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne : 
Fair  stranger,  let  thy  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  favorite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  him  be  loved,  and  yet  adored, 
For  he 's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies, 
And  all  thy  sons,  a  numerous  train, 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 


92  PSALMS. 

6  Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head ; 
Let  every  age  his  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

45.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  7,  9—11,  16.  S.  M 

Christ  and  his  church. 

1  THY  God,  my  Saviour  King, 

Hath,  without  measure,  shed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  sacred  head. 

2  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  seen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen. 

3  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  ; 

Forget  thy  father's  house  ; 
Forsake  thy  gods,  thine  idol-gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

4  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ  ! 
Thy  children  shall  his  honors  sing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

46.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—5.  L.  M. 
The  church's  safety  among  desolations. 

1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade : 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there  ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world ; — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, — 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore. 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 
Life.  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 


PSALMS.  93 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 

46.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—7.  C.  M. 

1  GOD  is  our  refuge,  tried  and  proved, 

Amid  a  stormy  world ; 
We  will  not  fear  though  earth  be  moved, 
And  hills  in  ocean  hurled. 

2  The  waves  may  roar,  the  mountains  shake. 

Our  comforts  shall  not  cease ; 
The  Lord  his  saints  will  not  forsake ; 
The  Lord  will  give  us  peace. 

3  A  gentle  stream  of  hope  and  love 

To  us  shall  ever  flow ; 
It  issues  from  his  throne  above, — 
It  cheers  his  church  below. 

4  When  earth  and  hell  against  us  came, 

He  spake  and  quelled  their  powers : 
The  Lord  of  hosts  is  still  the  same ; 
The  God  of  grace  is  ours. 

4©.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1—5.  P.  M. 

1  GOD  is  our  refuge  ever  near. 

Our  help  in  tribulation : 
Therefore  his  people  shall  not  fear, 

Amid  a  wrecked  creation ; 
Though  mountains  from  their  base  be  hurled. 
And  ocean  shake  the  solid  world, 

The  Lord  is  our  salvation. 

2  The  stream  that  flows  from  Z ion's  hill, 

Shall  yet,  serenely  gliding, 
With  joy  the  holy  city  fill, 

His  presence  there  abiding : 
The  Lord,  her  glory  and  defence, 
Will  guard  his  chosen  residence, 

His  timely  aid  providing. 


94  PSALMS. 

46.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  4,  5.  7s&6s, 

The  church's  safety  among  desolations. 

1  FROM  the  throne  of  God  there  springs 

A  pure,  a  crystal  stream ; 
Life  and  peace  and  joy  it  brings 

To  his  Jerusalem : 
Rivers  of  refreshing  grace 

Through  the  sacred  city  flow, 
Watering  all  the  hallowed  place, 

Where  God  resides  below. 

2  God,  most  merciful,  most  high, 

Doth  in  his  Zion  dwell: 
Kept  by  him,  her  towers  defy 

The  strength  of  earth  and  hell: 
Guardian  of  the  chosen  race, 

Jesus  doth  his  church  defend ; 
Saves  them  by  his  kindly  grace, 

And  saves  them  to  the  end. 

46.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  6,  9-11.  L.  M 

God  the  defence  of  his  church. 

1  LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

Though  tyrants  rage  and  kingdoms  rise ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 

He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear, 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heavenly  flame : 
Keep  silence  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 

4  c  Be  still,  and  learn  that  I  am  God ; 

I  '11  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands : 
I  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad, 
But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands.' 

5  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 

While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell. 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


PSALMS.  95 

47.  V.  1,  2,  5-9.  C.  M. 
Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 

1  O  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy- 

To  God  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout,  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  loved  that  chosen  race ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  Gentiles  taste  his  grace. 

6  These  western  climes  are  all  the  Lord's, 

Here  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  powers  and  princes,  shields  and  swords, 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

48.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—9.  S.  M. 
The  church  the  honor  and  safety  of  a  nation. 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion,  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress : 
How  bright  hath  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 


96  PSALMS. 

4  [When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
Ii  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  spoil  our  peace, 
He  sends  his  tempest  roaring  loud 
And  sinks  them  in  the  seas.] 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

7  In  every  new  distress 

We  '11  to  his  house  repair, 
We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

48.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  10-14.  S.  M. 

'  The  beauty  of  the  church. 

1  FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill ; 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, — 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, — 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 


PSALMS. 


97 


6  The  God  we  worship  n«w, 
Will  guide  us  till  w-  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  wh^  here  below, 
And  ours  above  *le  S^Y- 

48.  THIRD  VERNON.     V.  1-3,  S,  11—14.  lis  &8s. 

Safety  ^  beauty  of  the  church. 

1  OH  !  great  is  Jelovah>  and  great  De  nis  praise ; 

In  the  city  or  God  he  is  King : 
Proclaim  ye  lls  triumphs  in  jubilant  lays; 
On  the  m>unt  °f  ms  holiness  sing. 

2  The  joy  ft' the  earth,  from  her  beautiful  height, 

Is  'Zio^s  impregnable  hill ; 
The  Lord  in  her  temple  still  taketh  delight. 
CJoi  reigns  in  her  palaces  still. 

3  Let  the  daughters  of  Judah  be  glad  for  thy  love, 

The  mountain  of  Zion  rejoice; 
For  thou  wilt  establish  her  seat  from  above, 
Wilt  make  her  the  throne  of  thy  choice. 

4  Go,  walk  about  Zion,  and  measure  the  length, 

Her  walls  and  her  bulwarks,  mark  well ; 
Contemplate  her  palaces,  glorious  in  strength, 
Her  towers  and  her  pinnacles  tell. 

5  Then  say  to  your  children — ;  Our  refuge  is  tried, 

This  God  is  our  God  to  the  end; 
His  people  forever  his  counsels  shall  guide, 
His  arm  shall  forever  defend.' 

49.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  6—8,  14,  15.  L.  M. 

The  rich  simier's  death,  and  the  saint's  resurrection. 

1  WHY  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor, 

And  boast  the  large  estates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  secure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 

2  Can  they  redeem  one  l^our  from  death 

With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trust; 
Or  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  dust? 

3  Like  thoughtless  sheep  the  sinner  dies, 

Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat: 
The  saints  shall  in  the  morning  rise, 
And  find  th'  oppressor  at  their  feet. 
E  9 


98  PSALMS. 

4  His  honors  perish  -n  the  dust, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  just, 
To  full  dominion  o'tr  the  proud. 

5  My  Saviour  shall  my  lii>  restore 

And  raise  me  from  my  iark  abode : 
My  flesh  and  soul  shall  par>.no  m0re, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  ^oa\ 

49.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  14,  ^  C.  M. 

Death  a7id  the  resurrection. 

1  YE  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just, 

And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dusv 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  1 
When  shall  the  just  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorned  them  here  1 

3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

When  separate  from  the  flesh ; 
And  break  the  prison  of  the  gravey 
To  raise  my  bones  afresh. 

4  Heaven  is  my  everlasting  home  ; 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure : 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
But  I  '11  repine  no  more. 

50.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  3— 5.  CM. 

The  last  judgment. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, — 

'  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;' 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come ; 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm. 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 


PSALMS.  99 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  •  But  gather  all  my  saints,'  he  cries, 

'  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 

6  c  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

Shall  make  the  world  confess 

My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

And  heaven  adore  my  grace.' 

50.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  3,  22.  10s  &  lis. 

1  THE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth, 
Calls  the  south  nations,  and  awakes  the  north ; 
From  east  to  west  the  sovereign  orders  spread, 
Through  distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead: 
The  trumpet  sounds,  hell  trembles ;  heaven  rejoices ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day: 
Behold  the  Judge  descends,  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky: 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore  him ; 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wise  ! 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend: 
Then  join  the  saints  ;  wake  every  cheerful  passion : 
When  Christ  returns,  he  comes  for  your  salvation. 

50.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1— 7.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  LO  !  the  mighty  God  appearing — 

From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks  ! 
Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 

O'er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks : 
Earth  beholds  him : 

Universal  nature  shakes. 


100  PSALMS. 

2  Zion  all  its  light  unfolding, 

God  in  glory  shall  display : 
Lo  !  he  comes, — nor  silence  holding, 

Fire  and  clouds  prepare  his  way : 
Tempests  round  him 

Hasten  on  the  dreadful  day. 

3  To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending, 

To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries, — 
'  Souls  immortal  now  descending, 

Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise ! 
Rise  to  judgment; 

Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies. 

4  '  Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 

Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood ; 
Those  who  humbly  sought  and  found  me, 

Through  the  dying  Saviour's  blood : 
Blest  Redeemer! 

Choicest  sacrifice  to  God !' 

5  Now  the  heavens  on  high  adore  him, 

And  his  righteousness  declare : 
Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 

But  his  saints  his  mercies  share : 
Just  his  judgment ! 

God, 


50.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1,  5.  8,  16,  21,  22.  C.  M. 

The  judgment,  of  hypocrites. 

1  WHEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 

And  saints  surround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  '  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain 

Will  I  the  world  reprove : 
Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  are  vain 
Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  '  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 

To  bring  their  sacrifice  ? 
They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true. 
But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 


PSALMS.  101 

4  '  Could  you  expect  to  shun  my  sight, 

And  sin  without  control  1 
But  I  shall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
With  anguish  in  your  soul.' 

5  Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 
There's  no  deliverer  there. 

«5®.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  16—22.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns ; 

Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbors  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  seek  their  Maker's  face ; 

They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 

But  break  his  laws,  abuse  his  grace. 

3  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  secure,  and  sin  the  more; 
They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they. 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

4  O  dreadful  hour,  when  God  draws  near, 

And  sets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rise. 

450.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  10,  11,  14,  15,  23.  C.  M. 

Obedience  is  better  than  sacrifice. 

1  THUS  saith  the  Lord,  The  spacious  fields, 

And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine  ; 
O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire ; 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  Call  upon  me  when  trouble 's  near, — 

My  hand  shall  set  thee  free ; 
Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
The  honor  due  to  me.     - 
9* 


102  PSALMS. 

4  The  man  that  offers  humble  praise. 
He  glorifies  me  best ; 
And  those  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
Shall  my  salvation  taste. 

51  •  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—4.  L.  M. 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  SHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  ; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word3 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

51.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  4,  9— 11.  S.  M. 

1  AGAINST  thee,  Lord,  alone, 
And  only  in  thy  sight, 

Have  I  transgressed ;  and,  though  condemned, 
Must  own  thy  judgments  right. 

2  Blot  out  my  grievous  sins, 
Nor  me  in  anger  view ; 

Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 


PSALMS.  103 

3  Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 
Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight, 
Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight. 

51,  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  3-5,  7— 13.  CM. 

Sin  confessed  and  pardoned. 

1  LORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 

And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arise  ! 

2  Should'st  thou  condemn  my  soul  to  hell. 

And  crush  my  flesh  to  dust, 
Heaven  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  must  own  it  just. 

3  I  from  the  stock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  shame, 
And  all  my  nature  sin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And,  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul, 

With  thy  forgiving  love ; 

0  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove ! 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  sons  of  men ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Ol.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  5— 8, 10.  L- M. 

1  LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man.  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  ub  alL 


104  PSALMS. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  hearty 
But  we  're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
No  outward  rites  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

5  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone, 
Hath  poAver  sufficient  to  atone  : 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

6  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

51,  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  9— 17.  L.  M. 

The  backslider  penitent  and  restored. 

1  O  THOU,  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


PSALMS.  105 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring. 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  wich  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  th^ni  io  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  thev  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  mavthy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  j 

Aja  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
rrtie  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

5| #  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  14— 17  CM. 

Repentance,  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ. 

1  O  GOD  of  mercy !  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul,  oppressed  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise : 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

Ol.  SEVENTH  VERSION.    V.  16—19.  S;  M. 

1  NO  offering  God  requires 


No  victims  please  his  eye ; 
Else  should  his  altars  blaze  with  fires 
And  flocks  and  herds  should  die. 
E* 


106 


PSALMS, 
o 


The  humble  contrite  breast 

The  spirit's  Voken  sighs, 
Are  gifts  on  which  his  love  can  rest 

Nor  will  the  Lord  despise. 

3  Thy  mercies  from  above 

To  Zion,  Lord,  extend: 
Built  by  thy  power  and  watched  with  love, 
Now  let  her  walls  ascend. 

4  Well  pleased,  thou  tiien  shalt  see 

Her  prayers  and  prases  rise, 
Presented  at  the  throne  v>  tli^e 
With  Jesus'  sacrifice. 

52.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1, 3-6,  8,  b.  L#   ^ 

The  pride,  folly,  and  end  of  the  wicked. 

1  WHY  do  the  wicked  boast  of  sin, 

And  steel  their  hearts  against  the  Lord-; 
His  goodness  shall  forever  shine ; 
Forever  stand  his  holy  word. 

2  Their  hearts  delight  in  guile  and  wrong, 

In  truth  perplexed,  and  souls  o'erthrown  ; 
Hence  scorn  and  falsehood  rule  their  tongue, 
And  hence  their  feet  to  mischief  run. 

3  Like  raging  fire  thy  wrath  shall  burn ; 

Thy  besom  sweep  them  to  the  grave; 
Their  branch,  their  root,  thy  hand  o'erturn, 
And  not  a  friend  be  found  to  save. 

4  But  in  thy  courts  will  I  be  seen, 

Growing  in  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
Like  olives  fair,  and  fresh,  and  green, 
And  ripening  for  the  world  above. 

5  There  will  I  learn  thy  glory,  Lord, 

And  songs  for  all  thy  goodness  raise  ; 
There  will  I  wait  to  hear  thy  word, 
While  listening  saints  approve  the  praise. 

5£.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  8,  9.  C.  M. 

1  WHY  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast, 
And  heavenly  grace  despise  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 


PSALMS.  107 

2  The  Lord  in  vengeance  shall  destroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  shall  they  his  church  annoy. 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultured  olive-grove, 

Dressed  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  seen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  saints  shall  rest  secure, 
And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  salvation  sure. 

53.  v.  4-6.  C.  M. 
Victory  and  deliverance  from  persecution. 

1  ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 

Who  thus  devour  her  saints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  shall  be  seized  with  sad  surprise, 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array ; 
When  God  has  first  despised  their  host, 
They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  shall  sing, 
And  Israel  weep  no  more. 

54.  v.  1,3-7.  S.P.M. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  from  enemies. 

1  MY  God,  preserve  my  soul ; 
O  make  my  spirit  whole  ! 

To  save  me  let  thy  strength  appear ; 
Strangers  my  steps  surround ; 
Their  pride  and  rage  confound, 

And  bring  thy  great  salvation  near. 


108  PSALMS. 

2  Those  that  against  me  rise 
Are  aliens  from  the  skies; 

They  hate  thy  church  and  kingdom,  Lord 
They  mock  thy  fearful  name  ; 
They  glory  in  their  shame, 

Nor  heed  the  wonders  of  thy  word. 


My  chosen  friends  are  thine, — 

The  men  that  still  my  soul  sustain  ; 

Wilt  thou  my  foes  subdue. 

And  form  their  hearts  anew, 

And  snatch  them  from  eternal  pain. 

4  Escaped  from  every  wo, 
O  grant  me,  here  below, 

To  praise  thy  name  with  those  I  love ; 
And,  when  beyond  the  skies 
Our  souls  unbodied  rise, 

Unite  us  in  the  realms  above. 

0*5.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—8.  C.  M. 

The  afflicted  and  tempted  soul. 

1  O  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 

Behold  my  flowing  tears ; 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levelled  at  my  life, 

My  soul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  strife, 
To  shake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-strings  sound, 

I  groan  with  every  breath ; 

Horror  and  fear  beset  me  round, 

Among  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Oh,  were  I  like  a  feathered  dove, 

Soon  would  I  stretch  my  wings, 
And  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 


PSALMS.  109 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all. 
To  shun  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  save  me  here  as  well. 

OO,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  16— 18,  22,  23.  CM. 

God  our  confidence. 

1  GOD  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid : 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

2  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

3  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 

My  courage  rests  upon  his  word, 

That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

4  My  highest  hopes  shall  not  be  vain  ; 

My  lips  shall  spread  his  praise  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

55,  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  15—17,  19,  22.  S.  M, 

Dangerous  prosperity  ;  or  daily  devotions. 

1  LET  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I  '11  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name. 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
10 


110 


PSALMS. 


56. 


5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands. 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 


v.8-13.  CM. 

God's  care  of  his  people  in  answer  to  prayer. 

1  GOD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
Thou  treasurest  my  tears. 

2  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee ; 
So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky. 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

3  In  thee,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  reposed  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

4  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  ; 
I  '11  sing,-' How  faithful  is  thy  word, 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  !' 

5  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death, 

O  set  thy  prisoner  free  ! 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 

57.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-3,  5,  7,  8,  10,  11.  L.  M. 

Praise  for  protection,  grace  and  truth. 

1  MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings,    ' 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform ; 
He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm. 


PSALMS.  Ill 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fixed  :  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

57.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  5.  L.  M. 

Refuge  in  God  under  trouble. 

1  WHEN  gathering  storms  around  me  spread, 
My  gracious  God,  command  thy  aid: 

Let  mercy's  guardian  care  inclose, 
Since  on  thy  mercy  I  repose. 

2  Beneath  thy  shade  my  troubled  mind 
Its  refuge  and  its  rest  would  find  : 
Beneath  thy  wings  my  soul  I  '11  cast, 
Till  life's  last  gloomy  hour  be  past. 

3  Up  to  Jehovah,  God  most  High  ! 
Through  earth's  dark  clouds  I  urge  my  cry  ; 
Whose  mercy  can  allay  the  storm, 

And  all  I  want  or  wish  perform. 

4  From  heaven  my  God  his  aid  shall  send, 
From  every  enemy  defend ; 

His  mercy  and  his  truth  display, 
^or  let  my  fiercest  foes  dismay. 

5  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  heavens,  thy  high  abode  ! 
O'er  all  the  glories  earth  can  claim 
Extend  the  honors  of  thv  name  ! 


112  PSALMS. 

57,  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  5,  7,9-11.  L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  great  Jehovah. 

1  BE  thou,  O  God !  exalted  high ; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

2  O  God,  my  heart  is  fixed — 'tis  bent, 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 

And.  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round : 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends, 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  O  God  !  exalted  high  ; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

58.  V.  1,  2,  7,  9-11.  L.P.M 
Warning  to  magistrates. 

1  JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws. 
Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause, 

When  the  oppressed  before  you  stands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  go  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hands  ? 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  known, 
God  is  your  Judge,  and  he  alone? 

High  in  the  heavens  his  justice  reigns  : 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky, — 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

They  perish  like  dissolving  frost ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise. 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

So  shall  their  hopes  and  names  be  lost. 


PSALMS.  113 

4  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford ; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, — 
'  Sure  there  's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry,' 

And  will  their  sufferings  well  repay.' 

59.  FIRST  VERSION.  S.P.  M. 

Complaints  against  unbelievers. 

1  O  SAVE  thy  servants,  Lord  ! 
Fulfill  thy  gracious  word. 

For  evil  men  against  us  rise  ; 
Causeless  our  souls  they  hate  ; 
Against  our  lives  they  wait, 

And  aim  their  malice  at  the  skies. 

2  In  sin  their  hearts  delight ; 
In  sin  their  hands  unite ; 

Estranged  and  evil,  from  the  womb ; 
With  lies  their  tongues  begin ; 
They  grow  in  every  sin, 

Till  down  they  hasten  to  the  tomb. 

3  Deaf  to  that  charming  voice, 
That  bids  the  world  rejoice, 

The  gospel  sound  of  pardoning  love, 
The  calls  of  gentle  peace, 
The  hopes  of  life,  and  bliss, 

And  glory,  in  the  world  above : — 

4  Blind  to  those  truths  divine, 
That,  fair  and  lovely,  shine, 

And  teach  the  Godhead  there  alone ; 
Tidings  of  peace  refined, 
And  joy  to  all  mankind, 

And  mercy  to  a  world  undone  : — 

5  They  hate  thy  glory,  Lord, 
They  mock  thy  holy  word  ; 

The  snares  of  death  their  hands  employ ; 
With  flattery  and  deceit, 
For  souls  they  lie  in  wait, 

And  help  the  fowler  to  destroy. 

10* 


114  PSALMS. 

09.  SECOND  VERSION.  S.P.M. 

Miserable  end  of  the  wicked. 

1  WHEN  God  in  wrath  shall  rise, 
T'  avenge  deceit  and  lies, 

What  anguish  shall  the  wicked  tear! 
The  men  that  slight  thy  name, 
That  boast  of  sin  and  shame, 

And  proudly  cry,—'  What  God  shall  hear?' 

2  Thou  hear'st,  omniscient  Lord, 
Each  curse,  and  idle  word, 

And  all  the  scoffs  of  lips  profane  ; 
And  when  the  night  of  death 
Shall  stop  their  impious  breath, 

Their  souls  shall  seek  for  peace  in  vain. 

3  Oh,  how  will  sinners  need 
An  advocate  to  plead, 

Accepted  at  thine  awful  throne ! 
How  in  that  solemn  hour, 
Will  faith's  transcendent  power 

Outweigh  all  things  beneath  the  sun ! 

4  Yet  save  their  souls,  O  Lord  ; 
Subdue  them  by  thy  word, 

Though  all  their  powers  oppose  thy  reign ; 
As  scattered  foes  submit, 
Bow  them  beneath  thy  feet, 

Nor  let  them  read  thy  wrath  in  vain. 

60.  V.  1-5.  10-12.  C.  M. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  in  time  of  war. 

1  LORD,  hast  thou  cast  the  nation  off? 

Must  we  forever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Thy  people  shake  beneath  thy  stroke, 

And  dread  thy  threatening  hand ; 
O  heal  the  nation  thou  hast  broke ' 
Confirm  the  wavering  land. 

3  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
Save  thy  belove'd  with  thy  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 


PSALMS.  115 

4  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
Like  a  confederate  God; 

In  vain  confederate  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

5  Our  troops  shall  gain  a 'wide  renown, 
By  thine  assisting  hand ; 

'Tis  God  that  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  stand. 

61.  v.  1-6.  S.  M. 

Safety  in  God. 

1  WHEN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That 's  high  above  my  head ; 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I  '11  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

©3.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  5-12.  L.  M. 

Trust  in  God  alone. 

1  MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

3  False  are  the  men  of  high  degree. 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 


116  PSALMS. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glittering  dust ; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, — 
'  All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  must  he  feared  and  trusted  too.5 

6  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne ; 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

©3.  SECOND  VERSION.     V  1,2,  5— S.  S.  M. 

Trust  in  God  alone. 

1  IN  true  and  patient  hope, 

My  soul,  on  God  attend ; 
And  calmly  confident  look  up, 
Till  he  salvation  send. 

2  I  shall  his  goodness  see, 

While  on  his  name  I  call ; 
He  will  defend  and  strengthen  me, 
And  I  shall  never  fall. 

3  Jesus,  to  thee  I  fly, 

My  refuge,  and  my  tower ; 
Upon  thy  faithful  love  rely, 
And  find  thy  saving  power. 

4  Trust  in  the  Lord  alone, 

Who  aids  us  from  above ; 
In  every  strait  surround  his  throne, 
And  hang  upon  his  love. 

63.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-4,  6,  11.  L.  M. 

Longing  after  God  in  his  house. 

1  GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest: 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 
Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 


PSALMS. 


117 


3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face : 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  Amid  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 

And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

6  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

63.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1-3,  6— 3.  S.  M. 

1  MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore : 

Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  a  place, 

Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quickening  grace. 

4  For  life,  without  thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind : 

I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 


118  PSALMS. 

6  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help. 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

7  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps  : 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

63.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1— 5.  CM 

1  EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
"Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I  've  seen  thy  glory,  and  thy  power, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine  : 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour. 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving"  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

63.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1— 3.  L.  P.  M. 

1  O  GOD — my  gracious  God — to  thee 
My  morning  prayers  shall  offered  be ; 

For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pant ! 
My  fainting  flesh  implores  thy  grace, 
Within  this  dry  and  barren  place. 

Where  I  refreshing  waters  want. 


PSALMS.  119 

2  O  to  my  longing  eyes  once  more 
That  view  of  glorious  power  restore, 

Which  thy  majestic  house  displays ! 
Because  to  me  thy  wondrous  love 
Than  life  itself  does  dearer  prove, 
My  lips  shall  always  speak  thy  praise. 

03.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  1,  8,  6,  7,  3.  L.  M, 

Longing  after  God. 

1  O  GOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone ; 

Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry. — 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 
A  thirsty  land  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 

I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways, 
I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

3  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 
Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

4  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth  compared  with  thee  ? 

03.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  6—8.  C.   M. 

Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

\  ^TWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
I  thought  upon  thy  power ; 
1  kept  thiy  lovely  face  in  sight, 
A.irud  the  darkest  hour. 

2  My  flesK  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 

My  soul  arose  on  high ; 
'My  God,  i*.y  life,  myliope,'  I  said, 
'Bring  thy  sanation  nigh.' 

3  My  spirit  labors  up  thy"  hill. 

And  climbs  the  heavenly  road; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still. 
While  I  pursue  my  Goi. 


120  PSALMS. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 
The  shadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  sings. 

©4.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  4,  7—10.  L.  M. 

Prayer  in  confidence  of  deliverance  from  enemies. 

1  HEAR  me,  O  God !  my  voice  attend, 
While  at  thy  throne  in  prayer  I  bend : 
Preserve  my  life,  when  danger's  near, 
From  every  foe,  from  every  fear. 

2  O  hide  me  from  the  secret  snare, 
When  sin  and  death  their  arts  prepare : 
From  powers  of  earth  and  hell  combined, 
Let  me  in  thee  my  refuge  find  ! 

3  Swift  at  the  just  their  arrows  fly ; 
Around  the  fated  victims  die  ; 

Nor  yields  their  senseless  heart  to  fear, 
Though  destined  vengeance  hasten  near. 

4  But  God,  his  arrows  on  the  string, 
Shall  mighty  vengeance  round  him  fling : 
Their  sharpened  tongues  themselves  shall  slay, 
While  men  behold  and  haste  away. 

5  Then  shall  the  world  thy  justice  fear, 
And  tremble  while  thy  judgment's  near; 
But  glory  shall  adorn  the  just, 

While  in  Jehovah's  arm  they  trust. 

64.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1— 6.  S.  P  a 

A  complaint  against  evil  companions. 

1  SAVE  me  from  evil  men, 
The  impious  and  profane, 

That  seek  the  faithful  to  destroy ; 
More  keen  than  pointed  swords, 
They  dart  their  bitter  words, 

To  wound  his  name,  his  hope,  and  joy. 

2  The  pit  and  secret  snare, 
Conjoined  their  hands  prepare. 

And  say— 'What  Godshall  see  or  hear?' 
The  thoughtless,  young,  and  gay, 
Who  tread  that  'dangerous  way, 

Shall  find  a  sure  destruction  there. 


PSALMS.  121 

3  Each  wile  their  hearts  combine, 
To  tempt  the  wretch  to  sin, 

To  curse  and  swear,  to  lie  and  steal ; 
Each  crime  with  charms  display, 
And  reason  guilt  away, 

And  strew  with  flowers  the  road  to  hell. 

4  The  child,  to  virtue  given, 

And  trained  with  care  for  heaven, 
Their  deep  laid  mischiefs  lure  astray ; 

With  pangs  a  father  views, 

With  tears  a  mother  rues, 

Her  son,  her  darling,  made  a  prey. 

04:.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  7— 10.  S.P.M. 

Wicked  men  the  means  of  their  own  ruin. 

1  WHEN  men  of  mischief  rise 
In  secret  'gainst  the  skies, 

Thy  hand  shall  sweep  them  to  the  grave ; 
And  Oh !  beyond  the  tomb, 
How  dreadful  is  their  doom, 

Where  not  a  hand  is  reached  to  save  ! 

2  Themselves  their  wiles  shall  snare ; 
The  pits,  their  hands  prepare, 

Before  their  feet  destruction  spread ; 
The  slander  they  devise, 
Their  malice  and  their  lies, 

Shall  fall  with  vengeance  on  their  head. 

3  The  world  with  awe  shall  hear ; 
In  Zion  rebels  fear, 

And  stay  their  hands  from  guilt  and  sin : 
To  thee  present  their  cry 
To  save  them  ere  they  die, 

And  mark,  and  know,  thy  hand  divine. 

4  With  new  born  love  and  grace, 
Increasing  faith  and  praise, 

Thy  saints  shall  bid  their  songs  ascend ; 
That  truth  and  virtue  find, 
In  the  all-ruling  Mind, 

To  them  and  to  their  friends,  a  Friend. 
F  11 


122  PSALMS. 

65.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—5.  L.  M. 

Public  prayer  and  praise. 

1  THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

My  God,  and  praise  becomes  thy  house ; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  0  thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 

To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray ; 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  distant  islands  of  the  sea. 

3  Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail, 

But  grace  shall  purge  away  their  stain ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 

And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee : 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 

5  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfills 

What  his  afflicted  saints  request; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  rest 

6  Then  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

65.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  8.  C.  M. 

1  PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 

There  shall  our  vows  be  paid : 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray ; 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail ; 

But  pardoning  grace  is  thine ; 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 


PSALMS.  123 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine ; 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfill  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 

When  signs  in  heaven  appear ; 
But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

05.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  5,  8,— 13.  L.  M. 

The  universal  providence  of  God. 

1  ON  God  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends, 
AVhere  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

2  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east  and  leads  the  day : 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  western  hills. 

3  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 

4  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field  ; 
Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield ; 
The  valleys  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighboring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

5  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine ; 
O'er  every  field  thy  glories  shine ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear; 
Great  God !  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

©«5.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  6—13.  C.  M 

1  'T  IS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  power ; 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 


124  PSALMS. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons,  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  are  thine : 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

H5.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  9—13.  C.  M. 

A  Psalm  for  the  husbandman. 

1  GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  raised  on  high, 

Pour  out,  at  thy  command, 
Their  watery  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring ; 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  happy  laborers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers; 
The  meadows,  dressed  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refreshed  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop, 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 


PSALMS.  125 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns: 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

65.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  6—13.  H.  M. 

The  providence  of  God  in  the  seasons. 

1  HOW  pleasing  is  thy  voice, 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
That  bids  the  frosts  retire, 
And  wakes  the  lovely  spring ! 
The  rains  return,  I    And  plains  and  hills 

The  ice  distills,  |    Forget  to  mourn. 

2  [The  lofty  mountains  stand, 
Established  by  thine  arm ; 
Thy  voice  the  ocean  stills, 
The  tumult,  and  the  storm. 
Through  earth  and  skies,  I    Thy  tokens  dread 
With  terror  spread,  |    All  lands  surprise.] 

3  The  morn  with  glory  crowned, 

Thy  hand  arrays  in  smiles ; 
Thou  bid'st  the  eve  decline, 

Rejoicing,  o'er  the  hills. 
Soft  suns  ascend ;  I    And  beauty  glows 

The  mild  wind  blows ;      |    To  earth's  far  end. 

4  Thou  mak'st  the  pastures  green  ; 

Thou  call'st  the  flocks  abroad ; 
The  springing  corn  proclaims 

The  footsteps  of  our  God. 
Both  bird  and  beast  I    And,  happy,  share 

Partake  thy  care,  |    The  general  feast. 

5  Thy  showers  make  soft  the  fields ; 

On  every  side  behold 
The  ripening  harvests  wave 
Their  loads  of  richest  gold  ! 
The  laborers  sing  I    And,  blest,  rejoice 

With  cheerful  voice,  |    In  God,  their  King. 

6  [The  thunder  is  his  voice ; 
His  arrows  blazing  fires ; 
He  glows  in  yonder  sun, 
And  smiles  in  starry  choirs. 
The  balmy  breeze  I    His  beauty  blooms 

His  breath  perfumes ;        |    In  flowers  and  trees.] 
11* 


126  PSALMS. 

7  With  life  he  clothes  the  spring ; 
The  earth  with  summer  warms ; 
He  spreads  the  autumnal  feast, 
And  rides  in  wintry  storms. 
His  gifts  divine  I    And  round  the  year 

Through  all  appear,  |    His  glories  shine. 

66.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-4,  7—12.  C.  M. 

God's  power  and  goodness. 

1  SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 

Sing  with  a  cheerful  noise ; 
With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Power  that  shakes  the  sky,— 

'  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow.' 

3  He  rules  by  his  resistless  might : 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war? 

4  O  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease  ; 

Ye  saints,  fulfill  his  praise  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

5  Lord,  thou  hast  proved  our  suffering  souls, 

To  make  our  graces  shine: 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

6  Through  watery  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command  ; 
Led  to  possess  the  promised  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

66*  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  l£-20.  C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

1  NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
To  that  almighty  Power, 
Who  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 


PSALMS.  127 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known : 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  hath  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heavenly  aid : 
He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell. 
And  death's  eternal  shade. 

4  Had  sin  lain  covered  in  my  heart 

While  prayer  employed  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard^ 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God — his  name  be  ever  blessed — 

Hath  set  my  spirit  free, 
Nor  turned  from  him  my  poor  request. 
Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

|>7.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  .M 

Prayer  for  the  increase  of  the  church. 

*    1  SHINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine, 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ! 
Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  7 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

4  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sovereign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthroned  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  justice  and  in  love. 

5  Earth  shall  confess  her  maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 


128  PSALMS. 

6  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 
His  choicest  favors  here ; 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

67  »  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—5.  S.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  increase  of  the  church. 

1  TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  incline ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine : — 

2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known ; 
While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

3  O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  judge  and  king, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

4  Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

67.  THIRD  VERSION.  H.  M. 

1  RISE,  gracious  God  !  and  shine. 

In  all  thy  saving  might ; 
And  prosper  each  design 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light : 
Let  healing  streams  of  mercy  flow, 
That  all  the  earth  thy  truth  may  know. 

2  O  bring  the  nations  near, 

That  they  may  sing  thy  praise : 
Let  all  the  people  hear, 
And  learn  thy  holy  ways : 
Reign,  mighty  God  I  assert  thy  cause, 
And  govern  by  thy  righteous  laws. 

3  Put  forth  thy  glorious  power : 

The  nations  then  will  see, 
And  earth  present  her  store, 

In  converts  born  of  thee : 
God,  our  own  God,  his  church  will  bless, 
And  earth  shall  teem  with  fruitfulness. 


PSALMS.  129 

67.  FOURTH  VERSION.  7s6l. 

1  GOD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace ! 
Show  the  brightness  of  thy  face : 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour  !  shine  ; 
Fill  thy  church  with  light  divine ; 
And  thy  saving  health  extend 
To  the  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord  ! 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored : 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King  ; 
At  thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord! 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford ; 
God  to  man  his  blessing  give ; 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above. 
One  in  joy,  and  light,  and  love. 

67.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  6,  7.  7s. 

1  ON  thy  church,  O  Power  divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine  ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 

Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

68.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1-6.  L.M. 
The  vengeance  and  compassion  of  God. 

1  LET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
And  put  the  hosts  of  hell  to  flight ; 

As  smoke,  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies. 
Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 

2  He  comes  arrayed  in  burning  flames  ; 
Justice  and  vengeance  are  his  names ; 

•        Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire. 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name  Jehovah  sounds  on  high ; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 


130  PSALMS. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  that 's  just,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisoners  see  the  light  again ; 
But  rebels,  who  dispute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

68.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  17—18.  L.  M. 

Christ's  ascension,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
While  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

68.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  24—29.  7s, 

Praise  to  the  ascended  Saviour. 

1  LORD,  thy  church  hath  seen  thee  rise. 
To  thy  temple  in  the  skies : 

God  my  Saviour  !  God  my  King ! 
Still  thy  ransomed  round  thee  sing. 

2  When,  in  glories  all  divine, 

Through  the  earth  thy  church  shall  shine, 
Kings  in  prayer  and  praise  shall  wait, 
Bending  at  thy  temple-gate. 


PSALMS.  131 

68.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  19,  9,  20,  22.  L.  M. 

Praise  for  temporal  blessings. 

1  WE  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good, 
Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  ; 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong, 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love : 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endless  joy  and  endless  pains. 

5  His  mighty  hand  his  saints  shall  raise 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above ; 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love. 

68.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  32—35.  L.  M. 

The  majesty  of  God. 

1  KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 

His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 

In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

3  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blest ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 


132  PSALMS. 

69.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  14,  15,  18—21,  29.  30.  C.  M. 

The  passion  and  exaltation  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear, 

And  mournful  pleasure,  sing 
The  sufferings  of  our  great  High  Priest 
The  sorrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  sinks  in  floods  of  deep  distress; 

How  high  the  waters  rise  ! 
While  to  his  heavenly  Father's  ear 
He  sends  perpetual  cries. 

3  With  rage  they  persecute  the  man 

That  groans  beneath  thy  wound ; 
While  for  a  sacrifice  he  pours 
His  life  upon  the  ground. 

4  They  tread  his  honor  to  the  dust, 

And  laugh  when  he  complains ; 
Their  sharp  insulting  slanders  add 
Fresh  anguish  to  his  pains. 

5  With  vinegar  they  mock  his  thirst, 

They  give  him  gall  for  food ; 
And  sporting  with  his  dying  groans, 
They  triumph  in  his  blood. 

6  But  he  shall  rise  to  praise  thy  name, 

And  reign  in  worlds  unknown ; 
And  thy-salvation,  O  our  God, 
Shall  seat  him  on  thy  throne. 

69.  SECOND  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Christ's  obedience  and  death. 

1  FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace  ; 

I  bless  my  Saviour's  name  : 

He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  hath  raised  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfilled  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 

Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp's  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 


PSALMS.  133 

4  This  shall  his  humble  followers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest  j 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  blest. 

5  Let  heaven  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raise ; 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  the  praise. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God ; 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 
And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

69.  THIRD  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Christ's  passion,  and  the  sinner's  salvation. 

1  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord : 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath ; 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join, 

To  execute  their  base  design. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  sins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restored : 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O,  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

70.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Protection  against  enemies. 

1  IN  haste,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
O  let  thy  speed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  still  my  hope  sustain. 
12 


134  PSALMS. 

2  When  foes  insidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  soul  astray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lasting  shame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey : — 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, — 
In  thy  salvation  raise  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou,  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  sore  dismay ; 
In  pity  hasten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

70.  SECOND  VERSION.  7s. 

Protection  against  enemies. 

1  HASTEN,  Lord,  to  my  release, 

Haste  to  help  me,  O  my  God ! 
Foes,  like  armed  bands,  increase ; 
Turn  them  back  the  way  they  trod. 

2  Dark  temptations  round  me  press, 

Evil  thoughts  my  soul  assail; 

Doubts  and  fears,  in  my  distress, 

Rise,  till  flesh  and  spirit  fail. 

3  Those  that  seek  thee  shall  rejoice; 

I  am  bowed  with  misery ; 
Yet  I  make  thy  law  my  choice ; 
Turn,  my  God,  and  look  on  me. 

4  Thou  mine  only  helper  art, 

My  redeemer  from  the  grave ; 
Strength  of  my  desiring  heart, 
Do  not  tarry,  haste  to  save. 

70.  THIRD  VERSION.  L.  M. 

A  prayer  of  the  church  for  the  presence  of  Christ. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  hand  the  kingdom  sways, 
Whom  earth,  and  hell,  and  heaven  obeys, 
To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear, 

And  show  thy  power  and  glory  here ! 

2  O  haste,  with  every  gift  inspired, 
With  glory,  truth,  and  grace  attired, 
Thou  Star  of  heaven's  eternal  morn ; 
Thou  Sun,  whom  beams  divine  adorn ! 


PSALMS.  135 

3  Assert  the  honor  of  thy  name ; 

O'erwhclm  thy  foes  with  fear  and  shame ; 
Bid  them  beneath  thy  footstool  lie, 
Nor  let  their  souls  forever  die. 

71.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  5— 9.  CM. 

The  aged  christian's  reflection  and  hope. 

1  MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 

I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  [My  flesh  was  fashioned  by  thy  power, 

With  all  these  limbs  of  mine ; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I  've  been  entirely  thine.] 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen 

Repeated  every  year ; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine, 
Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  history  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They  '11  read  thy  love  in  every  page. 
In  every  line  thy  praise. 

71.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  17,  18.  CM 

The  aged  christian's  prayer. 

1  GOD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs. 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age  ; 
And  leave  a  savor  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 


136  PSALMS. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove ; 

0  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

71.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  19— 21.  CM. 

The  aged  christian's  experience  and  trust. 

1  THY  righteousness,  O  God,  is  high, 

Unsearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 

2  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threatenings  roar, 

And  oft  endured  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  hath  pressed  me  sore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

3  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sovereign  power  to  save  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

4  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care  ; 
These  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 
To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 

71.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24.  C.  M. 

Christ  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

1  MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And,  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 

1  '11  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 


PSALMS.  137 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ; 

With  this  delightful  song 

I  '11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 

72 .  FIRST  VERSION.  7s  &  6s. 

The  blessings  of  Christ's  kingdom. 

1  HAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son  I 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace  the  herald  ^o, 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Arabia's  desert-ranger 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee ; 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see  : 
Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him. 

And  gold  and  incense  bring : 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing. 
12* 


138  PSALMS. 

5  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is — love. 

72.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—8.  L.  M. 

The  blessings  of  Christ's  kingdom. 

1  GREAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  scepter  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  submits  to  his  commands  'r 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distills, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

72.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7—19.  L.  M 

1  JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


PSALMS.  139 

2  [Behold  the  islands  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India,  shines  in  eastern  gold ; 
And  barbarous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name, like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love, with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  [Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost.] 

8  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

72.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  10, 11.  H.  M. 

1  FAR  as  the  isles  extend 

To  the  vast  ocean's  bound, 
Let  kings  to  Jesus  bend, 

And  pour  their  offerings  round : 
Arabia  raise  I    And  Afric  join 

The  song  divine,  |    T'  exalt  his  praise. 

2  All  princes  shall  adore, 

And  gifts  and  honors  bring, 
To  hail  the  Saviour's  power, 

To  crown  Immanuel  king : 
Remotest  lands  I    And  earth  obey 

Shall  homage  pay,         |    His  high  commands. 


140  PSALMS. 

72,  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  17-19.  S.  M. 
The  blessings  of  Christ's  kingdom. 

1  JESUS  the  Saviour's  name 

Forever  shall  endure ; 
Long  as  the  sun  his  matchless  fame 
Shall  ever  stand  secure. 

2  Jehovah,  God  most  high  ! 

We  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 
Through  the  whole  world  thy  fame  shall  fly, 
O  God,  thine  Israel's  God  ! 

3  Wonders  of  grace  and  power 

To  thee  alone  belong ; 
Thy  church  those  wonders  shall  adore, 
In  everlasting  song. 

4  O  Israel,  bless  him  still, 

His  name  to  honor  raise ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fill, 
Mid  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

5  Amen,  our  lips  repeat, — 

Amen,  we  shout  again : 
Here  all  our  wishes  are  complete, 
Let  God  our  Saviour  reign  ! 

73.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—10,  13-24.  C.  M. 

The  folly  of  envying  prosperous  sinners. 

1  NOW  I  'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 

To  men  of  heart  sincere  ; 
Yet  once  my  foolish  thoughts  repined, 
And  bordered  on  despair. 

2  I  grieved  to  see  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  spoke  with  angry  breath, — 
'  How  pleasant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  ['  With  well  fed  flesh  and  haughty  eyes 

They  lay  their  fears  to  sleep ; 
Against  the  heavens  their  slanders  rise, 
While  saints  in  silence  weep.] 

4  '  In  vain  1  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

.    And  cleanse  my  heart  in  vain ; 

For  I  am  chastened  all  the  day, 

The  night  renews  my  pain.' 


PSALMS.  141 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

1  felt  my  heart  reprove  : — 
1  Sure  I  shall  thus  offend  thy  saints, 
And  grieve  the  men  I  love.' 

6  But  still  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  severe, 
Till  I  retired  to  search  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  secrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  some  prophetic  glass, 

I  saw  the  sinner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  slippery  place, 
Beside  a  fiery  pit. 

S  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boast, 
Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honors  in  a  dream  were  lost, 
And  he  awoke  in  hell. 

73,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  22,  3,  6,  17—20.  L.  M. 

The  prosperity  of  sinners  cursed. 

1  LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn  and  murmur  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine  ! 

2  But,  oh,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so ; 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise — 

I'  11  never  envy  them  again ; 
There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes. 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 

4  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fast  they  flee  ! 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  j 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine. 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


142  PSALMS. 

73.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  3,  16-18,  28.  S.  M. 

The  mystery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

1  SURE  there 's  a  righteous  God, 

Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honor  shine. 

3  The  tumults  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

4  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 

Did  my  mistake  amend ; 
I  viewed  the  sinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learned  his  end. 

5  On  what  a  slippery  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ; 
And,  oh  !  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

6  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

73.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  23—28.  C.  M. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near. 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode. 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 


PSALMS.  143 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke3 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold,  the  sinners  that  remove, 

Far  from  thy  presence  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

73.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  23— 26.  L.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  thy  counsels  and  thy  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are : 
And  thou  shalt  guide  me  all  my  days, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

2  In  whom  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Can  1  repose  my  trust,  my  love  1 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  thee  ? 

3  My  flesh  is  hastening  to  decay ; 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  passed  away: 

And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 

When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall  fail  ? 

4  But  oh,  be  thou,  my  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  when  I  die : 
My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine  ; 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine ! 

74:.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  4,  9.  C.  M, 

The  church  in  persecution  pleading  with  God, 

1  WILL  God  forever  cast  us  off? 

His  wrath  forever  smoke 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Z ion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 


144  PSALMS. 

3  Where  once  thy  churches  prayed  and  sang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar : 
Over  thy  gates  their  ensigns  hang. 
Sad  tokens  of  their  power. 

4  And  still  to  heighten  our  distress, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  signs  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

5  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

The  best,  the  wisest  mourn  ; 
And  not  a  friend,  nor  promise,  shows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 

74.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  10,  16-20,  22.  C.  M. 

The  church  in  persecution  pleading  with  God. 

1  HOW  long,  eternal  God !  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme  ? 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  song, 
And  bear  immortal  shame  ? 

2  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darkness  and  the  day  ? 
Didst  thou  not  bid  the  morning  shine, 
And  mark  the  sun  his  way  ? 

3  Hath  not  thy  power  formed  every  coast, 

And  set  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  summer's  heat,  and  winter's  frost, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

4  And  shall  the  sons  of  earth  and  dust 

That  sacred  power  blaspheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  first, 
Avenge  thine  injured  name  ? 

5  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

6  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jest; 
Plead  thine  own  cause,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rest. 


PSALMS.  145 

75.  v  :.  4-7.  L.  M. 

Applied  to  the  American  Revolution. 

1  TO  thee,  m«t  high  and  holy  God, 

To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raise  j 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 
Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praise. 

2  Our  fathers  once,  thy  chosen  sons, 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rise ; 
And  sore  oppressed  by  earthly  thrones. 
They  sought  the  sovereign  of  the  skies. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power, 

Arose  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  scourge  invaders  from  the  shore, 
And  save  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  formed  the  restless  main, 

And  reared  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  seas  their  course  restrain, 
And  desert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  such  blessings  blow ; 
'Tis  God,  the  judge,  doth  one  advance, 
'T  is  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Now  let  oppressors  sink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  aside, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

76.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  6— 10.  CM. 
ZiorCs  God  terrible  to  her  enemies. 

1  IN  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known, 

His  name  in  Israel  great ; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  seat. 

2  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chose  ; 
There  he  received  their  just  complaints 
Against  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threatening  spear ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  sword, 
And  crushed  th'  Assyrian  war. 
G  13 


146  PSALMS. 

4  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horse  and  chariot  fell ; 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  r^  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tellr 

5  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heaven  shines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  lies  still  and  fears. 

6  When  God  in  his  own  sovereign  ways 

Comes  down  to  save  th'  oppressed, 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he  '11  restrain  the  rest. 

76.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  6— 12.  L.P.M 

Zion's  God  terrible  to  her  enemies. 

1  WHEN  thou  whom  earth  and  heaven  revere, 
Dost  once  with  wrathful  look  appear, 

What  mortal  power  can  stand  thy  sight  ? 
When  Jacob's  God  begins  to  frown, 
The  horse  and  chariot  overthrown, 

Together  sleep  in  endless  night. 

2  Earth,  hushed  in  terror,  hears  its  doom 
Pronounced  from  heaven, — when  thou  dost  come 

The  meek  with  justice  to  restore : 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  yield  thee  praise  ; 
Its  last  attempts  but  serve  to  raise 

The  triumphs  of  almighty  power. 

3  Vow  to  the  Lord  ;  ye  nations,  bring 
Your  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King — 

To  his  dread  name  your  homage  pay : 
He  all  created  power  can  quell ; — 
Let  all  who  on  his  footstool  dwell 

With  trembling  reverence  own  his  sway. 

77.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—11,  16—20.  7s  &  6». 

Faith  prevailing  over  despondency. 

1  IN  time  of  tribulation, 

Hear,  Lord  !  my  feeble  cries  ; 
With  humble  supplication 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  : 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking ; 

Scarce  can  my  voice  complain  : 
Mine  eyes,  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  147 

2  The  days  of  old,  in  vision, 

Bring  vanished  bliss  to  view  : 
The  yearsof  lost  fruition 

Their  joys  in  pangs  renew  : 
Remembered  songs  of  gladness, 

Through  night's  lone  silence  brought, 
Strike  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 

And  stir  desponding  thought. 

3  Hath  God  cast  off  forever? 

Can  time  his  truth  impair  ? 
His  tender  mercy,  never 

Shall  I  presume  to  share  2 
Hath  he  his  loving  kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath  ? 
No  :  this  is  mine  own  blindness, 

That  cannot  see  his  path. 

4  I  call  to  recollection 

The  years  of  his  right  hand  ; 
And,  strong  in  his  protection, 

Again  through  faith  I  stand. 
Thy  deeds,  O  Lord,  are  wonder, 

Holy  are  all  thy  ways  ; 
The  secret  place  of  thunder 

Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 

5  Thee,  with  the  tribes  assembled, 

O  God,  the  billows  saw ; 
They  saw  thee,  and  they  trembled. 

Turned,  and  stood  still  with  awe  : 
The  clouds  shot  hail, — they  lightened ; 

The  earth  reeled  to  and  fro  j 
The  fiery  pillar  brightened 

The  gulf  of  gloom  below. 

6  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters : 

Thy  footsteps  are  not  known : 
Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 

Confide  in  thee  alone. 
Through  the  wild  sea  thou  leddest 

Thy  chosen  flock  of  yore  : 
Still  on  the  waves  thou  treadest, 

And  thy  redeemed  pass  o'er. 


148  PSALMS. 

77.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  11—14,  16—20.  C.  M. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences. 

1  '  HOW  awful  is  thy  chastening  rod !' 

May  thine  own  children  say, — 
'  The  great,  the  wise,  the  dreadful  God, 
How  holy  is  his  way !' 

2  I  '11  meditate  his  works  of  old — 

The  King  that  reigns  above  ; 
I  '11  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  love. 

3  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God ! 

The  waters  saw  thee  come ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  stood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

4  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps.  Lord,  unknown ; 

Terrors  attend  thy  wondrous  way, 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

5  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  sound, 

Through  clouds  and  darkness  broke  ; 
All  heaven  in  lightning  shone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  shook.] 

6  Thine  arrows  through  the  skies  were  hurled — 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprise  and  trembling  seized  the  world, 
And  his  own  saints  adored. 

7  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock ; 

And  safe  by  Moses'  handj 
Through  a  dry  desert  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promised  land. 

77.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  15,  16,  19,20.  L.  P.  M 

1  OF  old,  O  God,  across  the  sea 

Thine  arm  prepared  thine  Israel's  way ; 

Thy  steps  pursued  the  path  unknown  : 
And  still,  through  dark  and  searchless  deeps, 
Thv  providence  its  tenor  keeps, 

Unveiled  but  to  thyself  alone. 

2  As  safely  thus  to  Canaan's  land, 
By  Moses'  and  by  Aaron's  hand, 


PSALMS.  149 

Thy  power  of  old  thy  people  led; 
Thy  church  shall  now  thy  wonders  know, 
While  to  their  heavenly  rest  they  go, 

Secure,  with  Jesus  at  their  head  ! 

77.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  1-7.  C.  M. 

Melancholy  assaulting. 

1  TO  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice, 

I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  day  when  troubles  rose, 
And  filled  the  night  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  soul  refused  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts  increased  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complained,  and  still  oppressed 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  rest, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  sorrows  grew, 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myself  withdrew, 
And  called  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  called  back  years  and  ancient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  spirit  searched  for  secret  crimes, 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  1  called  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 

Which  I  enjoyed  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  1 

77.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  7—13.  C.  M. 

Hope  prevailing. 

1  WILL  God  forever  cast  me  off, 

And  will  his  promise  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 

Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 

2  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark,  despairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

13* 


150  PSALMS. 

3  I  '11  think  again  of  all  thy  ways. 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er ; 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

4  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

78.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—7.  C.  M. 

God's  providences  recounted  to  posterity. 

1  LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 

Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw. 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known — 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we  '11  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

78.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  23—34.  C.  M. 

Wrong  desires  gratified  and  pvnished. 

1  WHEN  Israel  sins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread ; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  sends  them  heavenly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  liberal  hand, 

And  made  his  treasures  known ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provision  down. 

3  But  they  in  murmuring  language  said,— 

'  Manna  is  all  our  feast ; 
We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread ; 
We  must  have  flesh  to  taste.' 


PSALMS.  151 

4  He  gave  them  all  their  own  desire  j 

And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  secret  fire, 
And  smote  the  rebels  dead. 

5  When  some  were  slain,  the  rest  returned 

And  sought  the  Lord  with  tears ; 
Under  the  rod  they  feared  and  mourned, 
But  soon  forgot  their  fears. 

6  Oft  he  chastised  and  still  forgave, 

Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation  he  resolved  to  save, 
Possessed  the  promised  land. 

78.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  40-42,  34—39.  L.  M. 

Backsliding  and  forgiveness* 

1  GREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love ! 
There  in  a  glass  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  are  we. 

2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  power,  nor  trust  his  grace. 

3  Oft,  when  they  saw  their  brethren  slain, 
They  mourned  and  sought  the  Lord  again ; 
Called  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

4  Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rise 
As  flattering  words  or  solemn  lies  ; 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  covenant  and  his  love. 

5  Yet  did  his  sovereign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deserved  to  live ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turned, 

Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burned. 

6  He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  saw  temptation  still  prevail ; 

The  God  of  Abra'm  loved  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 


152  PSALMS. 

79.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  5-8.  C.  M. 

Complaint  of  a  nation  or  of  the  church. 

1  O  GOD,  attend,  while  hosts  of  foes 

Thy  heritage  invade ; 
Thy  Salem  has  become  a  heap  ; 
Thy  house  a  ruin  made. 

2  How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

How  long  delay  thy  grace  1 
How  long  thy  hapless  children  mourn 
The  hidings  of  thy  face  ? 

3  Thy  vengeance  shall  find  out  our  foes, 

Who  mock  thy  fearful  name, 
Who  hate  thy  laws,  deride  thy  word, 
And  glory  in  their  shame. 

4  While  they  thy  chosen  flock  devour, 

And  all  our  cities  waste  ; 
Forget  our  sins  and  follies,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  mercy  haste. 

79.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  £-13.  C.  M 

Prayer  of  a  nation  or  of  the  church. 

1  O  LORD  of  hosts,  for  Jesus'  sake— 

The  glory  of  thy  name — 
Cleanse  us  from  guilt,  our  hearts  renew, 
And  wipe  away  our  shame. 

2  Why  should  our  foes  insulting  cry, — 

1  Where  is  the  God  you  boast, 
This  fabled  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 
Your  triumph  and  your  trust  V 

3  Arise,  O  God,  and  let  thy  hand 

With  awful  glory  shine ; 
With  terror  make  our  haughty  foes 
Confess  thy  name  divine. 

4  Behold  our  blood,  our  sighs  regard, 

And  with  almighty  power 
Rescue  thy  saints  condemned  to  die, 
And  bid  us  fear  no  more. 

5  On  them  their  foul  reproach  shall  turn, 

And  wound  with  sevenfold  scorn ; 
While  we,  thy  flock,  thy  grace  proclaim 
To  ages  yet  unborn. 


PSALMS.  153 

79.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  8,  9.  S.  M. 

Prayer  for  mercy. 

1  THOU  gracious  God  and  kind, 

O  cast  our  sins  away ; 
Nor  call  our  former  guilt  to  mind, 
Thy  justice  to  display. 

2  Thy  tenderest  mercies  show, 

Thy  richest  grace  prepare, 
Ere  yet,  with  guilty  fears  laid  low, 
We  perish  in  despair. 

3  Save  us  from  guilt  and  shame, 

Thy  glory  to  display  ; 
And,  for  the  great  Redeemer's  name, 
Wash  all  our  sins  away. 

80.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  3—5,  7.  L.  M. 

The  church's  prayer  under  affliction. 

1  GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep: — 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now  ; 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, — 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, — 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 

80.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  8—15,  19.  L.  M. 

The  vineyard  of  God  wasted. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands ; 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 
G* 


154  PSALMS. 

2  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  the  fruit ! 
But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

3  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defaced  ? 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste? 
Strangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  every  beast  devours  thy  vine. 

4  Return,  almighty  God,  return ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 

81.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1, 8— 16.         ,  S.  M. 

The  warnings  of  God  to  his  people. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise ; 
God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God ; 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 

2  '  From  vile  idolatry 

Preserve  my  worship  clean  ; 
I  am  the  Lord  who  set  thee  free 
From  slavery  and  sin. 

3  '  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

And  I  '11  supply  them  well : 
But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 
If  Israel  will  rebel;— 

4  '  I  '11  leave  them,'  saith  the  Lord, 

'  To  their  own  lusts  a  prey, 
And  let  them  run  the  dangerous  road, — 
'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

5  'Yet  O,  that  all  my  saints 

Would  hearken  to  my  voice ! 
Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  '  While  I  destroyed  their  foes, 

I  'd  richly  feed  my  flock ; 
And  they  should  taste  the  stream  that  flows 
From  their  eternal  Rock.' 


PSALMS.  155 

81.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1-4.  C.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  day  in  his  sanctuary. 

1  TO  God,  our  strength,  your  voice,  aloud, 

In  strains  of  glory  raise ; 
High  to  Jehovah,  Jacob's  God, 
Exalt  the  notes  of  praise. 

2  With  psalms  of  honor  and  of  joy. 

Let  all  his  temples  ring  ; 
Your  various  instruments  employ, 
And  songs  of  triumph  sing. 

3  Now  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

On  his  appointed  feast, 
And  teach  his  waiting  church  to  know 
The  Sabbath's  sacred  rest. 

4  This  was  the  statute  of  the  Lord, 

To  Israel's  favored  race : 
And  yet  his  courts  preserve  his  word, 
And  there  we  wait  his  grace. 

83  •  Magistrates  warned.  L.  M. 

1  AMONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat ; 

The  God  of  heaven,  as  Judge,  surveys 
Those  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye,  then,  frame  wicked  laws  1 
Or  why  support  th'  unrighteous  cause  % 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  sinners  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arise,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  : 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 


156  PSALMS. 

83.  1-3,  16—18.  S.  M. 

A  complaint  against  persecutors. 

1  AND  will  the  God  of  grace. 

Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace. 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  1 

2  Behold  what  crafty  snares 

The  men  of  mischief  spread  : 
The  men  that  hate  thy  saints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Convince  their  madness,  Lord. 

And  make  them  seek  thy  name  ; 
Or  else  their  stubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  shame. 

4  Then  shall  the  nations  know 

That  glorious,  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah,  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  sovereign  Lord. 

84:.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1— 7.  L.  M. 

Public  worship. 

1  HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ! 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 


PSALMS.  157 

6  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate : 

God  is  their  strength ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper.  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  j 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

§  J-,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  4.  C.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place, 

To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts,  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place ; 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

84:.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  2, 3, 10.  C.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  shall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

2  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest, 

And  suffers  no  remove  j 
O  make  me  like  the  sparrow  blest, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

3  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity, 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 
14 


158  PSALMS. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

5  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I  'd  give  them  both  away. 

84L  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1-7.  H.  M. 

Longing  for  the  house  of  God.  ^ 

1  LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are ! 
To  thine  abode  j    With  warm  desires 

My  heart  aspires,         |    To  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest : 
My  spirit  faints  I    To  rise  and  dwell 

With  equal  zeal,  |    Among  thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  I    That  love  the  way 
And  happy  they  |    To  Z ion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 

0  glorious  seat,  I    Shall  thither  bring 
When  God  our  King    |    Our  willing  feet ! 

84.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  10-12.  H.  M. 

1  TO  spend  one  sacred  day, 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy, 

Than  thousand  days  beside. 
Where  God  resorts,  To  keep  the  door, 

1  love  it  more  '    Than  shine  in  courts. 


PSALMS.  159 

2  God  is  our  st,n  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With  gifts  his  hunds  are  filled, 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence. 
He  will  bestow  I    Peculiar  grace, 

On  Jacob's  race  |    A_nd  glory  too. 

3  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves. 

From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
Thrice  happy  he,  Whose  spirit  trusts 

O  God  of  hosts  !  |    Alone  in  thee. 

84:.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  8— &  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy,  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth. 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun — he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield — he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin. 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God  our  King,  thy  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee ; 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee  ! 

84.  SEVENTH  VERSION.     V.  1.  12,  6,  7.  CM. 

The  blessedness  of  the  devout. 

1  HOW  lovely  are  thy  dwellings,  Lord, 
From  noise  and  trouble  free ! 
How  beautiful  the  sweet  accord 
Of  souls  that  pray  to  thee  ! 


160  PSALMS. 

2  Lord  God  of  hosts,  that  reiga'st  on  high  1 

They  are  the  truly  blest, 
Who  only  will  on  thee  reiy, 
In  thee  alone  will  rest. 

3  They  pass  refreshed  the  thirsty  vale, 

The  dry  and  barren  ground, 
As  through  a  fruitful,  watery  dale, 
Where  springs  and  showers  abound. 

4  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength, 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion's  courts  appear. 

85.  FTitST  VERSION.    V.  1—8.  L.  M. 

Delverance  begun  and  completed. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind, 

Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom; 
So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinned, 
And  brought  his  wandering  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfill  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say ; 

He  '11  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

85.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  &-13.  L.  M. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met. 

Since  Christ,  the  Lord,  came  down  from  heaven ; 
By  his  obedience  so  complete 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 


PSALMS.  161 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before. 

To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 
Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

85.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7,  9,  10,  12,  13.  H.  M. 

1  THY  mercy,  O  our  God, 

To  all  thy  church  display : 
Proclaim  thy  grace  abroad, 

And  spread  the  gospel-day  : 
High  on  thy  throne,    I    And  quickly  send 
Our  prayers  attend ;    |    Salvation  down. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour 's  nigh 

To  those  who  fear  his  name ; 
He  comes  ! — his  praise  on  high 

Let  all  his  church  proclaim  ! 
His  footsteps  still         I    And  ail  the  land 
On  earth  shall  stand,  |    His  glory  fill. 

3  Now  truth  and  mercy  meet ! 

In  Jesus'  face  they  shine ; 
And  peace  and  justice  greet, 

With  smiles  of  love  divine : 
With  heavenly  grace  I    They  join  again 
Midst  sons  of  men,      |    Their  kind  embrace. 

4  The  Lord  his  blessing  pours 

Around  our  favored  land ; 
His  grace  like  gentle  showers 

Descends  at  his  command : 
O'er  all  the  plains        I    In  rich  supplies — 
Blest  fruits  arise,  |    Since  Jesus  reigns. 

5  His  righteousness  alone 

Prepares  his  wondrous  way : 
He  rises  to  his  throne. 
In  realms  of  endless  day ! 
His  steps  we  trace,      I    And,  heaven  in  view. 
His  path  pursue ;        |    Adore  his  grace. 
14* 


162  PSALMS. 

86.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  8-13.  C.  M. 

A  general  song  of  praise  to  God. 

1  AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 

There 's  none  hath  power  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works,  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thy  heavenly  ways, 
And  my  poor  scattered  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praise. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell, — 
How  by  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 
Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

86.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  8-10.  7s. 

God  alone  to  be  worshipped. 

1  THOU,  Jehovah,  God  o'er  all ! 
Idol  gods  to  thee  shall  fall : 

None  thy  wondrous  works  can  share ; 
None  with  thee  in  might  compare. 

2  Formed  by  thy  creative  hand, 
Let  the  nations  round  thee  stand ; 
Prostrate  at  thy  throne  confess, 
And  adore  the  Saviour's  grace. 

3  Great  in  power ! — thine  arm  divine  ! — 
Round  the  world  thy  wonders  shine : 
Bid  the  world  thy  glories  own — 
Thou  art  God — and  thou  alone  ! 

§"y  t  God's  favor  to  the  church.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise  j 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 


PSALMS.  163 

2  H%  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows : 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  the  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew: 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourished  there. 


88.  FIRST  VERSION.    Paraphrase.  L.P.M. 

Loss  of  friends,  and  absence  of  divine  grace. 

1  O  GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear 

My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 

That  still  employ  my  wasting  breath ; 
My  soul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  sovereign  power  to  save 
From  dark  despair  and  lasting  death. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  soul, 
And  waves  of  sorrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  dust  and  silence  spread  the  gloom : 
My  friends,  beloved  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Descend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As,  lost  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  some  thronged  assembly  go  ; 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone. 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 


164  PSALMS. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ?     • 
Or  who  shall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  dust  and  darkness  praise  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  choirs  ? 

5  Yet  through  each  melancholy  day, 

I  've  prayed  to  thee,  and  still  will  pray, 

Imploring  still  thy  kind  return — 
But  oh  !  my  friends,  my  comforts,  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 

88.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  10,  11,  12.  L.  M. 

Hope  of  the  resurrection. 

1  SHALL  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life, 

Forever  moulder  in  the  grave  1 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  [In  death's  obscure,  oblivious  realms, 

No  truths  are  taught,  nor  wonders  shown ; 
No  mercy  beams  to  warm  the  heart ; 
Thy  name  unsung,  thy  grace  unknown. 

3  No  lips  proclaim  redeeming  love, 

With  praise  and  transport  in  the  sound ; 
The  gospel's  glory  never  shines, 

And  hope  and  peace  are  never  found. 

4  But  in  those  silent  realms  of  night 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 
Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies  ? 

5  Shall  spring  the  faded  world  revive  ? 

Shall  waning  moons  their  light  return  ? 
Again  shall  setting  suns  ascend, 
And  the  lost  day  anew  be  born  ? 

6  Shall  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  joyful  insect's  wing? 
And  oh,  shall  man  awake  no  more, 
To  see  thy  face,  thy  name  to  sing  ?] 


PSALMS.  165 

7  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears : 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprang 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

8  Him,  the  first  fruits,  his  chosen  sons 

Shall  follow  from  the  vanquished  grave ; 
He  mounts  his  throne,  the  King  of  kings, 
His  church  to  quicken,  and  to  save. 

9  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 

Unfold  to  make  his  children  way ; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

10  The  trump  shall  sound,  the  dust  awake, 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring ; 
Through  heaven  with  joy  their  myriads  rise. 
And  hail  their  Saviour,  and  their  King. 

88.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  10,  11,  12.  L.  M. 

Life  the  only  accepted  time. 

1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 

But  soon,  ah  soon !  approaching  night 

Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blessed  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he 's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  No  wonders  to  the  dead  are  shown — 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  love ; 
No  voice  his  glorious  truth  makes  known, 
Nor  sings  the  bliss  of  climes  above. 


166  PSALMS. 

6  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom. 
In  those  forgetful  realms  appear ; 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

88.  FOURTH  VERSION.  S.  M. 

Solemn  thoughts  after  dangerous  sicktiess. 

1  STRETCHED  on  the  bed  of  grief, 
In  silence  long  I  lay ; 

For  sore  disease  and  wasting  pain 
Had  worn  my  strength  away. 

2  Then  oh,  how  vain  appeared 
The  joys  beneath  the  sky ! 

Like  visions  past,  like  flowers  that  blow, 
When  wintry  storms  are  nigh. 

3  How  mourned  my  sinking  soul 
The  Sabbath's  hours  divine, 

The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day. 
Consumed  in  sense  and  sin  ! 

4  The  work,  the  mighty  work 
Of  life,  so  long  delayed ; 

Repentance,  yet  to  be  begun, 
Upon  a  dying  bed ! 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  I  prayed, 
And  raised  a  bitter  cry, — 

'  Hear  me,  O  God,  and  save  my  soul, 
Lest  I  forever  die.' 

6  He  heard  my  humble  cry ; 

He  saved  my  soul  from  death ; 
To  him  I  '11  give  my  heart  and  hands, 
And  consecrate  my  breath. 

88.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  7—9,  14,  13.  7s  &  6s 

Prayer  under  desertion. 

1  LORD  God  of  my  salvation ! 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  cry : 
O  let  my  supplication 

Arrest  thine  ear  on  high : 
Distresses  round  me  thicken ; 

My  life  draws  nigh  the  grave: 
Descend,  O  Lord,  to  quicken ; 

Descend,  my  soul  to  save. 


PSALMS.  167 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  hard  upon  me, 

Thy  billows  o'er  me  roll ; 
My  friends  all  seem  to  shun  me, 

And  foes  beset  my  soul  j 
Where'er  on  earth  I  turn  me, 

No  comforter  is  near ; 
Wilt  thou,  too,  Father,  spurn  me  ? 

Wilt  thou  refuse  to  hear? 

3  No ; — banished  and  heart-broken, 

My  soul  still  clings  to  thee ; 
The  promise  thou  hast  spoken 

Shall  still  my  refuge  be : 
So  present  ills  and  terrors 

May  future  joy  increase, 
And  scourge  me  from  my  errors 

To  duty,  hope,  and  peace. 

89.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  L.  M. 

The  faithfulness  of  God. 

1  MY  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show 

The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 
And  if  he  speak  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jewish  throne  ! 
But  there 's  a  nobler  covenant  sealed 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  seed  forever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies ; 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

5  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 


168  PSALMS. 

89.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—5,  7.  L.  M. 

The  faithfulness  of  God. 

1  FOREVER  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord : 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  stand, 

Like  heaven,  established  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware,  and  said, — 
(1With  thee  my  covenant  first  was  made  ; 
In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live  ; 

Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  { Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  priest ; 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest : 
Thou  art  my  chosen  King ;  thy  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal,  like  my  own.5 

4  Now  let  the  church  rejoice,  and  sing 
Jesus  her  Saviour,  and  her  King; 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 

89,  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  7—14.  C.  M. 

The  divine  majesty  worshipped. 

1  WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear. 

And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  thee  1 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel! 


PSALMS.  169 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

89.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  15-18.  C.  M. 

The  glorious  gospel. 

1  BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 

89.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  47—82.  L.  M. 

Mortality  and  hope.     A  funeral  Psalm. 

1  REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 

secure  from  death  1 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die. 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine,  and  cry,— 
'  Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  { Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  1 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust  ?' 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise, 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

H  15 


170  PSALMS. 

89.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  47—52.  L.  P.  M 
Life,  death,  and  the  resurrection. 

1  THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  j 
How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span  ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave : 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath, 
Against  the  bold  demand  of  death, 

With  skill  to  fly  or  power  to  save? 

2  Lord,  shall  it  be  forever  said,— 

'  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust?7 
Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turned  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where 's  thy  kindness  to  the  just  ? 

3  Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
*        And  all  his  seed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair  : 
Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

4  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward. 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  j 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

90.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  5-7,  9,  12.  L.  M. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

1  THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode : 

High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just,— 
'  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust.' 


PSALMS.  171 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweep.?  us  away  ;  our  life  's  a  dream — 
An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

90 »  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—5.  CM. 

1  O  GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne  • 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust — 

'Return,  ye  sons  of  men;' 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

6  [The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  ail  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever  rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


172  PSALMS. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

90.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  12.  C.  M. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

1  O  LORD,  the  Saviour  and  defence 

Of  all  thy  chosen  race, 
From  age  to  age  thou  still  hast  been 
Our  sure  abiding  place. 

2  Before  the  lofty  mountains  rose, 
*  Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Thou  turnest  man,  O  Lord,  to  dust, 

Of  which  he  first  was  made ; 
When  thou  dost  speak  the  word,  Return — 
'Tis  instantly  obeyed. 

4  For  in  thy  sight  a  thousand  years 

Are  like  a  day  that 's  past ; 
Or  like  a  watch  in  dead  of  night, 
Whose  hours  unminded  waste. 

5  So  teach  us,  Lord,  th'  uncertain  sum 

Of  our  short  days  to  mind, 
That  unto  wisdom  all  our  hearts 
May  ever  be  inclined. 

$)©•  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  5,  10,  12.  S.  M. 

The  frailty  and  shortness  of  life. 

1  LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay, 

That  built  our  body  first ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'T  is  mouldering  back  to  dust 


PSALMS.  173 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay; 
Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight; 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

90.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  8,  11,  9,  10,  12.  C.  M. 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effect  of  sin. 

1  LORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 

And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam  and  all  his  sons  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life  like  a  vain  amusement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  song ; 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  They  are  but  few  whose  days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all,  beyond  that  short  account, 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
O  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

6  [Our  souls  would  learn  the  heavenly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave.] 
15* 


174  PSALMS. 

90.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  13-17.  C.  M. 

Breathing  after    heaven. 

1  RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place : 
How  long  shall  we.  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face? 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thine  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne. 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

91.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—7,  14— 16.  8s  &  7s. 

Divine    protection. 

1  CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade ; 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee. 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword  at  noon-day  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection, 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above : 


PSALMS.  175 

Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble. 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save. 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

01.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  5,  6.  L.  M. 

Safety  in  public  diseases  and  dangers. 

1  HE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say, — '  My  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower  : 

I  that  am  formed  of  feeble  dust 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust.' 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare, — 
Satan,  the  tempter,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 

God  is  thy  life ;  his  wings  are  spread 
To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 

5  If  vapors,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  safe :  the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

91.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7.  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thousand,  died ; 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

2  So  when  he  sent  his  angel  down. 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  slew  their  sons,  his  careful  eye 
Passed  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

3  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword,. 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest. 


176  PSALMS. 

4  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfill  their  best  desire ; 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

91  •  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  9—16.  C.  M. 

Divine  protection  through  the  ministry  of  angels. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Exposed  to  every  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  his  saints  on  high. 

3  He  '11  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  [Their  hands  shall  bear  you  lest  you  fall 

And  dash  against  the  stones : 

Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call, 

And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons  ?] 

5  '  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 

I  '11  save  them,'  saith  the  Lord ; 
'  I  '11  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
Destruction,  and  the  sword. 

6  c  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call ; 

In  trouble  I  '11  be  nigh ; 
My  power  shall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
And  raise  them  when  they  die. 

7  '  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

I  '11  honor  them  in  heaven ; 
There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
And  endless  life  be  given.' 

92.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—11.  L.  M 

A  Psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


PSALMS.  177 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 

0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more : 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

92,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  2.  S.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing ; 
To  praise  and  pray — to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those,  who  love  and  serve  thee  best. 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 
H* 


178  PSALMS. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

92.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—5.  7s. 

A  Psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  THOU  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou  by  whom  we  live  and  move  ! 
O  how  sweet,  with  joyful  tongue, 
To  resound  thy  praise  in  song ! 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  thy  favors  to  rehearse, 

And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 

2  Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fills  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  thy  house, 
Hear  thy  word,  and  pay  our  vows ; 
Notes  to  heaven's  high  mansions  raise, 
Fill  its  courts  with  joyful  praise ; 
With  repeated  hymns  proclaim 
Great  Jehovah's  awful  name. 

3  From  thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  thou  only  good  and  wise  ! 
Who  thy  wonders  can  declare  ? 
How  profound  thy  counsels  are  ! 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire  ; 
Grateful  fervors  still  inspire ; 

All  our  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
Ever  in  thy  praise  unite. 

92.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  12—15.  L.  If. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight,  as  these. 


PSALMS.  179 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive  : 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  nourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show, 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true: 
None  that  attend  his  gates,  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

03.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

The  eternal  and  almighty  King. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns:  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might: 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made. 
Or  had  its  first  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies : 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

03.  SECOND  VERSION.  C.  M 

1  THE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 

In  majesty  arrayed ; 
His  rule  omnipotence  sustains, 
And'guides  the  worlds  he  made. 

2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  skies  were  stretched  abroad, 
Thine  awful  throne  was  fixed  above, 
Thou  everlasting  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise — 

The  angry  tempests  roar, 
Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 
And  lash  the  trembling  shore. 


180  PSALMS. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  on  high, 

Controls  the  raging  seas  ; 
He  speaks  ! — and  noise  and  tempest  fly  ; 
The  waves  sink  down  in  peace. 

5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure ; 

Eternal  truth  is  thine  ; 
And,  Lord,  thy  people  should  be  pure. 
And  in  thine  image  shine. 

93.  THIRD  VERSION.  10s&]ls. 

The  eternal  and  almighty  King. 

1  THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns ;  he  reigns  on  high  j 
His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty: 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'stablished  by  his  hand : 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King :  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the  skies : 
Foaming  at  heaven,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heaven's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempests  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods  be  still, 
And  the  mad  world  submissive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  must  ever  stand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand: 
See  his  own  sons  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

93.  FOURTH  VERSION.  S.P.M. 

1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned ; 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word ; 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky ; 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom.  Lord. 


PSALMS.  181 

3  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar : 
In  vain  with  angry  spite 
The  surly  nations  fight, 

And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down; 

Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove  : 
Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

93.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  3—5.  L.  M. 

1  THE  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 

The  mighty  floods  lift  up  their  roar ; 
The  floods  in  tumult  loud  rejoice, 
And  climb  in  foam  the  sounding  shore. 

2  But  mightier  than  the  mighty  sea, 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns  on  high : 
Far  o'er  its  waves  we  look  to  thee, 
And  see  their  fury  break  and  die. 

3  Thy  word  is  true,  thy  promise  sure, 

That  ancient  promise,  sealed  in  love ; 
Here  be  thy  temple  ever  pure, 

As  thy  pure  mansions  shine  above. 


94.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,2,7— 14.  CM. 

Saints  chastised  and  siiuiers  destroyed. 

1  O  GOD,  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  sovereign  power  redress  our  wrongs, 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 
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182  PSALMS. 

2  They  say. — '  The  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hears ;' 

When  will  the  fools  be  wise  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  formed  their  ears  1 
Or  blind;  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  shall  feel  his  power  ; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain 
In  some  surprising  hour. 

4  But,  if  thy  saints  deserve  rebuke, 

Thou  hast  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Blest  is  the  man  thy  hands  chastise, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  chastenings  make  thy  children  wise, 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cast  off  his  saints, 

Nor  his  own  promise  break : 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  sake. 

94.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  16—19.  C.  M. 

God  our  support  and  comfort. 

1  WHO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 

Against  my  numerous  foes, 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose? 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustained  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  among  the  dead. 

3  '  Alas !  my  sliding  feet,'  I  cried  ; — 

Thy  promise  was  my  prop  ; 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side, 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 


PSALMS.  183 

95.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—8,  11.  C.  M. 

J.  Psalm  before  prayer. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compared  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand  ; 
He  fixed  the  sea  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

0  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time ;  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, — 
'  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest.' 

90.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—9,  11.  S.  M. 

A  Psalm  before  prayer  or  sermon. 

1  COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 


184  PSALMS. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dressed, 

•    Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, — 
'  You  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there.' 

95.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1— 7.  8s.  A. 

A  Psalm  before  prayer  or  sermon. 

1  O  COME,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving,  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit,  one  voice  : 
Jehovah  is  King,  and  he  reigns — 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne  ; 
The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains  ; 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  The  sea  is  Jehovah's — he  made 

The  tide  its  dominion  to  know  ; 
The  land  is  Jehovah's — he  laid 
Its  solid  foundations  below. 

0  come,  let  us  worship  and  kneel 
Before  our  Creator,  our  God ; 

The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 
The  flock  whom  he  guides  with  his  rod. 

95.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  1-3,  6—9.  L.  M. 

A  warning  to  delaying  sinners. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise : 
God  is  a  sovereign  king ;  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word: 
He  is  our  Shepherd ;  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 


PSALMS.  185 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to  day. 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Israel,  that  saw  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
Provoked  the  vengeance  of  his  rod, 
And  tired  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

6  Seize  the  kind  promise,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates : 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest. 

96.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1— 10.  L.P.M. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathen  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wondering  nations  read  thy  word, 

In  these  far  climes  Jehovah 's  known : 
Our  worship  shall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky ; 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name : 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 
16* 


186  PSALMS. 

«M».  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  2—5,  7  S.  M. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  bless  his  sacred  name: 

His  great  salvation,  all  abroad, 

From  day  to  day  proclaim. 

2  Mid  heathen  nations  place 

The  glories  of  his  throne ; 
And  let  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
Through  all  th'  earth  be  known. 

3  Great  is  th'  eternal  Lord, 

And  great  must  be  his  praise : 

O'er  all  the  gods,  on  high  adored, 

His  mightier  arm  he'll  raise. 

4  The  gods  the  heathen  boasts, 

Nor  hear,  nor  see,  nor  move  : 
Jehovah  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
Who  spread  the  heavens  above. 

5  Through  earth,  let  every  tribe, 

Let  every  nation,  sing ; 
Glory,  and  grace,  and  might,  ascribe 
To  our  eternal  King. 

06.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  10-13.  C.  M. 

Christ's  first  and  second  coming. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ; 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea  : 
Ye  mountains,  sink,— ye  valleys,  rise,— 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 


PSALMS.  187 

5  Behold,  he  comes  !  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead. 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 

07.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1,  2,  10,  12.  L.  M. 

Grace  and  glory. 

1  TH'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 
O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  sin  and  shame : 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace, 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

07.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  6—9.  L.  M. 

Christ's  incarnation. 

1  THE  Lord  is  come ;  the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name ; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 

Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies : 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 

Let  Judah  shout,  let  Zion  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 


IQQ  PSALMS. 

97#  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—5.  L-  M. 

Christ  reigning  in  heaven,  and  coming  to  judgment. 

1  HE  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains: 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice , 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown, 

"  But  orace  and  truth  support  his  throne ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes  ! 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs , 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day: 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption  s  nigh. 

97,  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1,  3,  5-7,  11.  C.  M. 

Christ's  incarnation  and  the  last  judgment. 

1  YE  lands  and  isles  of  every  sea, 

Rejoice—  the  Saviour  reigns: 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 

And  makes  the  valleys  rise ; 
The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 
The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim ; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worshippers  with  shame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adorino-  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known ; 
Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  the  sight, 

And  hills  and  seas  retire: 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 


PSALMS.  189 

6  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory,  sown 
For  saints  in  darkness  here, 
Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 

,  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—4.  C.  M. 

Praise  for  the  gospel. 

1  TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

New  honors  be  addressed  ; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abraham  first; 

His  truth  fulfills  the  grace ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 
And  learn  his  righteousness. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  tongues ; 
And  spread  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 

,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  5—9.  C.  M. 

The  Messiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

1  JOY  to  the  world !  the  Lord  is  come  ; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

•  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1-4.  S.  M. 

Christ's  kingdom  and  majesty. 

1  THE  Lord,  Jehovah,  reigns, — 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humbled  there. 


190  PSALMS. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns,— 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand. 
And  swift  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne  ; 
His  honors  are  divine ; 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known. 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name ! 
How  terrible  his  praise  ! 

Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

99.  SECOND  VERSION.    V  5,  6,  8,  9.  S.  M. 

A  holy  God  worshipped  with  reverence. 

1  EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet; 

For  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 

When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 
Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  ; 
His  grace  is  still  the  same ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

|09,  FIRST  VERSION.  L-  M- 

Praise  to  our  Creator. 

1  YE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King : 

Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 

With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 


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PSALMS.  191 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind, 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

100.  SECOND  VERSION.  L.  M. 

1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed^ 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  "We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  I 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs  $ 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

100.  THIRD  VERSION.  L.  M. 

1  WITH  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth, 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise : — 

2  Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed ; 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  which  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 


|92  PSALMS. 

3  O  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he's  the  Lord— supremely  good, 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

100.  FOURTH  VERSION.  H- M- 

Praise  to  our  Creator. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  most  high ; 

Let  every  land  adore ; 
With  grateful  voice  make  known 

His  "goodness  and  his  power. 
Let  cheerful  songs       I    And  let  his  praise 
Declare  his  ways,         |    Inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy ; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 
He  formed  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quickened  by  his  word. 
With  wide  command  I    O'er  every  sea, 
He  spreads  his  sway   |    And  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care, 

And  in  his  pastures  live. 
With  cheerful  songs    I    And  let  ^s  praise 
Declare  his  ways,        |    Inspire  your  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last, 

His  promises  endure. 
With  bounteous  hand  I    O'er  every  sea 
He  spreads  his  sway    |    And  every  land. 

*  aq^  FIFTH  VERSION.  7s*  D' 

1  O  BE  ioyful  in  the  Lord, 

Every  land  beneath  the  sun : 
In  his  praise  with  glad  accord, 
Let  all  tongues  and  hearts  be  one: 


PSALMS.  193 

For  our  God  is  God  alone, 
Whose  we  are,  and  not  our  own  ; 
We  his  people  are — the  sheep 
He  hath  chosen,  he  will  keep. 
2  Come,  and  join  the  joyous  throng 

Who  Jehovah's  praise  proclaim : 
In  his  courts,  with  grateful  song, 

Speak  the  honors  of  his  name: 
Rich  his  bounty  to  our  race ; 
Never  failing  is  his  grace ; 
Ready  to  forgive  and  bless  ; 
Ever  sure  his  faithfulness. 

IOO.  SIXTH  VERSION.  lls&8s.A. 

1  BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 

0  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 

With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 
Jehovah  is  God— snd  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator,  and  mler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  scepter  we  own ; 

His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

2  O  enter  hi-s  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song, 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 

Aiid  bless  his  adorable  name. 
For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good. 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 

And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

101*  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—4,  6-8.  L.  M. 

The  magistrate's  psalm. 

1  MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song  j 
And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  '11  bring. 

2  If  I  am  raised  to  bear  the  sword, 

1  '11  take  my  counsels  from  thy  word  j 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

I  17 


194  PSALMS. 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside  : 

No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  I  '11  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honor,  wealth  and  trust: 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  favorites  still. 

5  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise 
By  nattering  or  malicious  lies ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  spared. 

JOl.  SECOND  VERSION.  C-  M- 

A  Psalm  for  a  master  of  a  family. 

1  OF  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 

And  pay  my  God  my  vows  : 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  heavenly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  house. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise : 

I'll  suffer  nothing  near  me  there, 

That  shall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbor  wrong 

By  falsehood  or  by  force, 
The  scornful  eye,  the  slanderous  tongue,— 
I  '11  thrust  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  seek  the  faithful  and  the  just, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy; 
These  are  the  friends  that  1  shall  trust, 
The  servants  I  '11  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  sly  deceit, 

I  '11  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  '11  ever  hate, 
And  banish  from  my  sight. 

6  I  '11  guard  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So  shall  my  house  be  ever  found, 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 


PSALMS.  195 

102.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-4,  7—9.  C.  M. 

Complaint  of  the  afflicted. 

1  HEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  answer,  lest  I  die : 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 

Dissolving  in  the  air  : 
My  strength  is  dried,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  sinking  in  despair. 

3  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

4  Dark,  dismal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears, 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breast; 
While  sharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest. 

5  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
My  daily  bread  like  ashes  grows 
Unpleasant  to  my  taste. 

6  Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  answer,  lest  I  die : 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

102.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  10— 13, 20,  21.  CM. 

The  afflicted  trusting  in  God. 

1  SENSE  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  souls  that  feel  thy  frown ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cast  me  down. 

2  My  looks  like  withered  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  evening  shadows  are, 
That  vanish  into  night. 

3  But  thou  forever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 


19(5  PSALMS. 

4  Thou  wilt  arise,  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

5  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  hy  mysterious  ways 
Redeems  the  prisoners  doomed  to  cue, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

102*  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  11,  12.  L.  M. 

The  afflicted  trusting  in  God. 

1  SWIFT  as  declining  shadows  pass, 

Our  days  in  quick  succession  fly ; 

And,  transient  as  the  withering  grass, 

Amid  our  youthful  hopes  we  die. 

2  But  thou,  our  Saviour,  shalt  endure, 

Thy  years  unchanged,  eternal  Lord  . 
Thy  trace  through  every  age  is  sure, 
And  firm  the  promise  of  thy  word. 

102.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  13-21.  C.  M 

Prayer  heard  and  Zion  restored. 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice: 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  : 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there: 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death; 

Nor  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  197 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

103.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  23-28.  L.   M. 

Men  frail — the  Lord  unchanging. 

1  IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

Weakens  our  strength  amid  the  race : 
Disease,  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon : 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  1 

3  Yet  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage ; — 
1  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  : 
Christ  is  the  same  through  every  age.' 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid; 

Heaven  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  these  heavens  shall  fade, 
And  all  be  changed  at  his  command. 

5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky 

Like  garment's  shall  be  laid  aside  ; 
But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high ; 
Thy  church  forever  must  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign ; 
This  dying  world  shall  they  survive, 
And  the  dead  saints  be  raised  again. 

102.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  25—28.  C.  M. 

God's  immutability. 

1  THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 

O  thou  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth, 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 
By  thee,  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven. 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 
17* 


198  PSALMS. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things. 

Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  age's  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

5  Thy  children's  children  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God ; 
To  latest  times  thy  favor  share, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

103.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6.  L-  M. 

Praise  for  spiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 

1  BLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God ; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad : 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise : 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot? 

3  'T  is  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels : 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  life  from  threatening  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decayed  his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years : 
He  satisfies  our  mouth  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heavenly  food. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th'  oppressed. 
And  often  gives  the  sufferers  rest , 

But  will  his  justice  more  display 
In  the  last,  great,  rewarding  day. 


PSALMS.  199 

7  [Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine.] 

103.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1-7.  S.  M. 

1  O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name. 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 
'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses. 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave; 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th5  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known ; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

103.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  8-18.  S.  M. 

The  abounding  compassion  of  God. 

1  MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 
And,  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 

His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 


200  PSALMS. 

.  3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  [He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scattered  by  every  breath : 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death.] 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower  : 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

103*  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  S-13.  L.  M 

The  abounding  compassion  of  God. 

1  THE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 
How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread, 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 


PSALMS.  201 

4  How  siowly  doth  his  wrath  arise  ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amid  his  wrath  compassion  shines  ; 
His  strokes  are  lighter  than  our  sins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

103.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  14—18.  L.  M. 

Man  frail — God's  love  eternal. 

1  THE  mighty  God,  the  wise  and  just, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dust. 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impose 
Beyond  the  strength  that  he  bestows. 

2  He  knows  how  soon  our  nature  dies, 
Blasted  by  every  wind  that  flies ; 
Like  grass  we  spring,  and  die  as  soon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

3  But  his  eternal  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

103.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  19— 22.  S.  M. 

Men  and  angels  praising  God. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 
Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high  ; 

O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfill. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 
Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 


202  PSALMS. 

104.         FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1-5,  9, 10,  13,  14,  24.  ,         L.  M. 

The  glory  of  God,  in  creation  and  providence. 

1  MY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise ; 
When  clothed  in  his  celestial  rays, 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 

And,  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heavens  are  for  his  curtains  spread, 
Th'  unfathomed  deep  he  makes  his  bed : 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winge"d  storms  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers,  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  poised,  and  shall  forever  stand ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round ; 
Yet,  thence  conveyed  by  secret  veins. 
They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

6  God,  from  his  cloudy  cistern,  pours 

On  the  parched  earth  enriching  showers : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 

7  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power, 
To  nourish  nature,  or  to  cure. 

8  How  strange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  skill ! 
All  lands  thy  boundless  riches  fill ; 

Thy  wisdom  round  the  world  we  see ; 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

104:*  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  24,  27—35.  L.  M 

1  VAST  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ! 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 


PSALMS.  203 

2  But,  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn. 
And  dying  to  their  dust  return ; 

Both  man  and  heast  their  souls  resign  j 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

3  Yet  thou  canst  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beasts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

4  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honored  with  his  own  delight : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

5  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

6  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet ; 
Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endless  joy. 

7  While  haughty  sinners  are  consumed, 
Their  glory  with  their  dust  entombed, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heavenly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 

105.  God's  faithfulness.  C.  M. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  covenant,  which  he  kept  in  mind, 

For  numerous  ages  past, 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind, 
In  equal  force  shall  last. 

3  He  sware  to  Abraham  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessing  sure  ; 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 


204  PSALMS. 

4  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

106.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—5.  L.  M. 

God's  faithfulness  celebrated. 

1  TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 
Let  songs  of  honor  be  addressed  : 
His  mercy  firm  forever  stands ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfill  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

106.  SECOND  VERSION.      V.  1,  2,  4.  L.  M. 

1  O  RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast — but  numberless  1 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  1 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor.  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford; 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  : 

His  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 


PSALMS.  205 

106.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7,  8,  12— 15, 43-48.  S    M. 

Israel  punished  and  pardoned. 

1  GOD  of  eternal  love, 

How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praise  they  sung  ; 
But  soon  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
And  murmured  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word. 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  lord, 
And  soon  he  brings  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourned  their  faults, 

He  hearkened  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  called  them  still  his  sons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  saved  them  from  their  foes : 
Oft  he  chastised,  but  ne'er  forsook 
The  people  that  he  chose. 

6  Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  loved  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word, 
Amen,  to  all  their  praise. 

107.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  6-8.  L.  M. 
Israel  led  to  Canaan,  and  christians  to  heaven. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love : 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  In  their  distress  to  God  they  cried, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide; 
He  led  their  march  far  wandering  round, — 
'T  was  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground 

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206  PSALMS. 

4  Thus  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 

A  dangerous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

5  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way ; 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

6  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record, 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

107,  SECOND  VERSION.    V  9—16.  L.  M. 

Correction  for  sin,  and  release  by  prayer. 

1  FROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name ; 
God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 
And  satisfies  the  poor  with  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rise 
Against  the  God  that  rules  the  skies  ; 
If  they  reject  his  heavenly  word, 

And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord ; — 

3  He  '11  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliverer  shall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief,  they  waste  their  breath 
In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries ; 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 
And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade, 
Which  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 

And  lets  the  smiling  prisoners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  soul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


PSALMS.  207 

107.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  17-22.  L.  M. 

Intemperance  punished  and  pardoned. 

1  VAIN  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent, 
Prepares  for  his  own  punishment ; 
What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  lust  arise  ! 

2  But  let  th'  afflicted  sinner  fly 

To  God  for  help  with  earnest  cry  ! 

The  deadly  sentence  God  repeals, 

He  sends  his  sovereign  word  and  heals. 

3  O  May  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
And  let  their  thankful  offerings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

107.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  23—32.  L  M 

The  mariner's  psalm. 

1  WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 


His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  seas. 


2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favor  of  the  wind ; 

Till  God  command,  and  tempests  rise, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

3  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

4  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  j 
'Tis  calm  ;  and  sailors  smile  to  see 
The  haven  where  they  wish  to  be. 

5  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 


208  PSALMS. 

107.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  23—26,  28—32.  C.  M 

The  mariner's  psalm. 

1  THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  ships. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise. 

And  swell  the  towering  waves ; 
The  men  astonished  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Then  10  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cry  ; 

He  hears  their  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  through  the  sky, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  rest. 

4  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 

And  see  the  storm  allayed  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

5  O  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  those  that  see  thy  wondrous  ways 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

107.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  23-32.  C.  M. 

1  THEY  that  toil  upon  the  deep, 

And  in  vessels  light  and  frail, 
O'er  the  mighty  waters  sweep, 
With  the  billow  and  the  gale, — 

2  Mark  what  wonders  God  performs, 

When  he  speaks,  and,  unconfined, 
Rush  to  battle  all  his  storms, 
In  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 

3  Up  to  heaven  their  bark  is  whirled, 

On  the  mountain  of  the  wave  ; 
Down  as  suddenly  't  is  hurled 
To  the  abysses  of  the  grave. 

4  [To  and  fro  they  reel — they  roll, 

As  intoxicate  with  wine  ; 
Terrors  paralize  their  soul, 
Helm  they  quit,  and  hope  resign."} 


PSALMS.  209 

5  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry ; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 
Sends  deliverance  from  on  high, 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear. 

6  O  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

107  SEVENTH  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  8, 33— 35.  7s. 

God's  conduct  of  his  people. 

1  THANK  and  praise  Jehovah's  name, 

For  his  mercies,  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure. 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  land, 
As  the  people  of  his  choice, 
Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 
Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

4  O  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

107*  EIGHTH  VERSION.    V.  33-43.  L.  M. 

A  psalm  for  New- England. 

1  WHEN  God,  provoked  with  daring  crimes, 
Scourges  the  madness  of  the  times, 

He  turns  the  fields  to  barren  sand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raise  the  springs  again, 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green, — 
Send  showery  blessings  from  the  skies ; 
And  harvests  in  the  desert  rise. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beasts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

God  bids  th'  oppressed  and  poor  repair, 

And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

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210  PSALMS. 

4  They  sow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whose  yearly  fruit  supplies  their  want ; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  stocks, 
Their  wealth  increases  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blest ;  but  if  they  sin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in ; 
The  country  lies  unfenced,  untilled, 
And  desolation  spreads  the  field. 

6  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive ; 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

7  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  sense, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheists  shall  no  more 
Blaspheme  the  God  that  saints  adore. 

8  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
These  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord ! 
But  wise  observers  still  shall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  kind. 

108.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—6,  11—13.  L.  M. 

God's  care  of  his  church. 

1  AGAIN,  my  tongue,  thy  silence  break, 
My  heart,  and  all  my  powers,  awake ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Awake,  and  sing  Jehovah's  name. 

2  Ye  saints  rejoice — ye  nations  hear — 
While  I  your  Maker's  praise  declare: 
High  o'er  the  clouds  his  truth  ascends ; 
Through  earth,  through  heaven,  his  grace  extends. 

3  O'er  heaven  exalted  is  his  throne ; 
In  every  world  his  glory  shown  ; 

The  church  he  loves,  his  hand  shall  save 
From  death,  and  sorrow,  and  the  grave. 

4  O  thou,  beneath  whose  sovereign  sway, 
Nations  and  worlds  in  dust  decay, 

Though  thy  sweet  smile  has  been  withdrawn, 
Thine  aid  denied,  thy  presence  gone ; — 


PSALMS.  211 

5  Yet  wilt  thou  still  with  love  return  ; 
With  duty  teach  our  hearts  to  burn  ; 
Our  dying  graces,  Lord,  revive, 
And  bid  thy  fainting  children  live. 

6  Save  us  from  sin,  and  fear,  and  wo, 
From  every  snare,  and  every  foe, 
And  help  us  boldly  to  contend, 
Falsehood  resist,  and  truth  defend. 

108o  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  5,  6.  C.  M. 

Morning  worship. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise, • 

Awake,  my  harp,  to  sing  ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  the  song  to  raise. 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  train ; 
Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice. 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

100.  v.  1-5.  31.  C.  M. 

Christ'' s  example  of  love  to  enemies. 

1  GOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 

Thy  glory  is  my  song : 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 

With  cruel  slanders  false  and  vain, 

They  compassed  him  around. 

3  Their  miseries  his  compassion  move. 

Their  peace  he  still  pursued ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 


212  PSALMS. 

4  Their  malice  raged  without  a  cause, — 

Yet,  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  prayed  for  murderers  on  his  cross, 
And  blessed  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  soul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage. 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 
I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 

110.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M 

Chrisfs  kingdom  and  priesthood. 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 

And  near  thy  Father  sit : 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore  ; — 
c  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron  is  no  more.' 

4  Jesus,  our  priest,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jesus,  our  king,  foreVer  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

5  God  will  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

His  lofty  throne  maintain, 
And  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

110.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—3.  L.  M. 

1  THUS  the  eternal  Father  spake 

To  Christ  the  Son, — 'Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 


PSALMS.  213 

2  l  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed ; 

Thy  word,  the  scepter  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  ;  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 

When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds. 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines.' 

4  O  blessed  power  !  O  glorious  day ! 

What  a  large  victory  shall  ensue ; 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

I,  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1— i,  '-10.  CM 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  his  ii-orks. 

1  SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  oelight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fixed  his  covenant  sure ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim : 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he 's  the  wisest  of  our  race 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 


214  PSALMS. 

\\1,  SECOND  VERSION.    1,4,5,7—10.  CM. 

The  perfections  of  God. 

i  GREAT  is  the  Lord :  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 

He  gives  his  children  food ; 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  covenant  sure  : 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

His  wayx  are  just  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  every  sin. 

112.  FIBST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

The  blessings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

1  THRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  irusts  his  word  ; 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 

And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined  ; 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread 
That  fill  his  neighbors  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  armed  against  the  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  His  soul,  well  fixed  upon  the  Lord. 
Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word: 
Amid  the  darkness  light  shall  rise, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  still  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
While  envious  sinners  fret  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  215 

11£.  SECOND  VERSION.  CM. 

1  HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands ; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need ; 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well  established  mind ; 

His  soul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies. 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

112.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1-6,  9.  L.  P.  M. 

1  THAT  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law : 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned  ; 
His  house,  the  seat  of  wealth,  shall  be 
An  unexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 

2  His  liberal  favors  he  extends  ; 

To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestowed, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sowed  : 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs. 

When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 


216  PSALMS. 

1 1  "2,  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  7,  4,  8.  L.  P.  M. 

The  security  of  the  righteous. 

1  BESET  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmoved,  the  just  maintains  his  ground  : 

His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  soul  that 's  filled  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

2  111  tidings  never  can  surprise 

His  heart,  that  fixed  on  God  relies  ; 

Though  waves  and  tempests  roar  around, 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  sits,  and  sees 
The  shipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drowned. 

113,  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  P.  M. 

The  majesty  and  condescension  of  God. 

1  YE  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

His  sacred  name  forever  bless  ; 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams,  or  setting  rays, 

Let  land  and  seas  his  power  confess. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds ; 

The  heavens  are  far  below  his  height: 
Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Armed  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things ; 
His  sovereign  band  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

4  [When  childless  families  despair, 
He  sends  the  blessing  of  an  heir 

To  rescue  their  expiring  name ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praises,  and  her  joys  : 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame.] 


'V 


PSALMS.  217 

113.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1— S.  L.  M. 

E  servants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
every  age  his  praises  sing  ; 
Where'er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nations  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  restrain. 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  7 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love, — he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do ; 
And  condescends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor ; 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  sons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 

113.  THIRD  VERSION.  7s. 

1  ALL  his  servants,  join  to  sing 
God  our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
Round  the  world  his  praise  be  sung, 
Through  all  lands,  in  every  tongue. 

2  O'er  all  nations  God  alone, 

Higher  than  the  heavens  his  throne, — 
Who  is  like  to  God  most  high, 
Infinite  in  majesty? 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  he  bends  ; 
Yea,  to  earth  he  condescends  \ 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 

For  the  low  and  desolate. 

4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
With  the  princes  of  the  land ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower  ; 
Set  the  meanest  high  in  power. 

K  19 


21  3  PSALMS. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers ; 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears  : 
Such  the  wonders  of  his  ways  !       * 
Praise  his  name, — forever  praise. 

114:.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Miracles  attending  Israels  journey. 

1  WHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 

The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  shook  like  frighted  sheep. 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand, 
Conscious  of  sovereign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide, 
Or  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood. 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God ; 
The  King  of  Israel, — see  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  standing  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  his  word 
And  fires  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

114.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—3,  5,  7,  8.  CM. 

1  WHEN  forth  from  Egypt's  trembling  strand 

The  tribes  of  Israel  sped. 
And  Jacob  in  the  stranger's  land 
Departing  banners  spread  ; — 

2  Then  One,  amid  their  thick  array, 

His  kingly  dwelling  made. 
And  all  along  the  desert  way 
Their  guiding  scepter  swayed. 


PSALMS.  219 

3  The  sea  beheld,  and  struck  with  dread, 

Rolled  all  its  billows  back  ; 
And  Jordan,  through  his  deepest  bed, 
Revealed  their  destined  track. 

4  What  ailed  thee,  O  thou  mighty  sea, 

And  rolled  thy  waves  in  dread  ? 
What  bade  thy  tide,  O  Jordan,  flee, 
And  bare  its  deepest  bed  ? 

5  O  earth,  before  the  Lord,  the  God 

Of  Jacob,  tremble  still; 
Who  makes  the  waste  a  watered  sod, 
The  flint  a  gushing  rill. 

llO.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  9,  12,  17,  18.  L.  M. 

The  true  God  our  refuge. 

1  NOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 

Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due ; 
But  to  thy  name,  thou  only  just, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wise,  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ;  ' 

Why  should  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Insult  us,  and,  to  raise  our  shame, 

Say,  •  Where 's  the  God  you '  ve  served  so  long  ?' 

3  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne. 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies, 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood  ; 
At  best  a  mass  of  glittering  ore, 
A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 

5  O  Israel !  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest ; 
The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  bless  the  people  and  the  priest. 

6  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise  ; 

They  dwell  in  silence  and  the  grave  ; 
But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  save. 


020  PSALMS. 

fil5.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1,  3,  4,  B,  9.  10s. 

Image  worship  reproved. 

1  NOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true, 
Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due ; 

Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice  claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  sovereign  name. 

2  Earth  is  thy  work ;  the  heavens  thy  wisdom  spread ; 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  silver  saviors,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

3  Be  heaven  and  earth  amazed!  'tis  hard  to  say 
Which  are  more  stupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they : 
O  Israel !  trust  the  Lord ;  he  hears  and  sees  ; 
He  knows  thy  sorrows  and  restores  thy  peace. 

flf@,  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1— 9.  CM. 

Recovery  from  sickness. 

1  I  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries. 

And  pitied  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I  »11  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord ;  he  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  my  griefs  away  ; 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray ! 

3  My  flesh  declined,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
While  inward  pangs,  and  fears  of  hell, 
Perplexed  my  wakeful  head. 

4  '  My  God,'  I  cried.  '  thjr  servant  save, 

Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust.' 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 

He  bade  rav  pains  remove  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God,  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dried  mv  falling  tears  ; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 


PSALMS.  221 

116.     '        SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  5— 7,  12— 15.  L.  M. 

•     II  LOVE  the  Lord ; — his  gracious  ear 
Inclined  to  my  distressful  prayer ; 
He  heard  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  bade  my  fainting  heart  rejoice. 

2  By  sweet  experience  now  I  prove 
His  mercy,  his  unchanging  love : 
Low  in  the  dust  my  hopes  were  laid, 
But  God  appeared  with  timely  aid. 

3  Return,  my  soul,  and  sweetly  rest 
On  thine  almighty  Father's  breast ; 
The  bounties  of  his  grace  adore, 
And  count  his  wondrous  mercies  o'er. 

4  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord  ? 
Or  how  his  benefits  record  ? 

To  him  my  grateful  voice  I  '11  raise, 
And  pour  libations  to  his  praise. 

5  His  crowded  courts  shall  see  me  pay 
The  vows  of  my  distressful  day  ; 

In  life  and  death,  the  saints  shall  find 
Their  guardian  God  forever  kind. 

116o  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  12— 19.  CM 

1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight, 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 
19* 


222  PSALMS. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ;  « 

Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow. 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

117.  FIRST  VERSION.  CM. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  O  ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

Each  with  a  different  tongue  ; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land  : 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand : 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

117,  SECOND  VERSION.  L.  M. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise : 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

117.  THIRD  VERSION.  S.  M. 

1  THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light,  and  evening  shade, 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


PSALMS.  223 

117.  FOURTH  VERSION.  7s. 

1  ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord. 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise; 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past  and  present  and  to  be. 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him.  ye  who  know  his  love,    . 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above ; 
Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 

117.  FIFTH  VERSION.  H.  M. 

1  JEHOVAH'S  praise  sublime 

Through  the  wide  earth  be  sung ; 

Ye  realms  of  every  clime  ! 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ! 

His  infinite  compassion  bless — 

His  everlasting  faithfulness. 

118.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  6— 16.  CM. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

Nor  is  my  faith  afraid, 
Whate'er  the  sons  of  earth  may  do, 
Since  heaven  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong; 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  !  . 

4  Like  bees  my  foes  beset  me  round, — 

When  God  appears,  they  fly ; 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  sound, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 


224 


PSALMS. 


5  Joy  to  the  saints  and  peace  belongs  ; 
The  Lord  protects  their  days ; 
Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

118.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  17— 21.  CM. 

Public  praise  for  deliverance  from  death. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 

And  rescued  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  shall  he  live, — for  none  can  die, 
If  God  resolves  to  save. 

2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chastised  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now. 

For  we  shall  worship  there  ; 
The  house,  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  speak  thy  praise. 

118.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  22,  23.  C.  M. 

Christ  the  foundation  of  his  church. 

1  BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation-stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

The  saints  adore  his  name  ! 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  : 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest,' 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise ; 
'T  is  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 


PSALMS.  225 

118.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  24,  25,  26.  CM. 

A  hosanna  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  he  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord, — descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  he  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

118.  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  22— 27.  S.  M. 

1  SEE  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day, 

That  our  Redeemer  made ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  prayr 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 


226  PSALMS. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood ; 
Bless  him,  ye  saints  ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

118.  SIXTH  VERSION.     V.  22— 27.  L.  M. 

A  hosanna  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  LO!  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 

The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ; 
Bst  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  !  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This'  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners,  rejoice,  and  saints,  be  glad ; 
,  Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest ; 

A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest ! 

.  4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy.  and  songs  of  praise. 

119.*        FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  165,  6,  119,  155.  C.  M 

Saints  alone  blessed. 

1  BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 

Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  every  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practice  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

*  'I  have  collected  and  disposed  the  most  useful  verses  of  this  Psalm 
under  eighteen  different  heads,  and  formed  a  divine  song  upon  each  of 
them.  But  the  verses  are  much  transposed,  to  attain  some  degree  of 
connection.' — Watts'  note. 


PSALMS.  227 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  souls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

5  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  those  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  see  salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 

119o  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  147,  55,  81,  164,  62.  C.  M. 

Constant  converse  ivith  God. 

1  TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 

I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace ; 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up  ; 
And,  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from  me. 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

119.     THIRD  VERSION.    V.  57,  60,  30, 14, 59,  94, 114, 112.     C.  M. 
Sincerity,  repentance,  and  obedience. 

1  THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  j 

Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 


228  PSALMS. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  set  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands. 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  ow  I  am  thine,  forever  thine; 
O  save  thy  servant,  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine, 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfill ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

119.        FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  9,  130,  105,  99,  100,  104,       C.  M 
113,  160,  140,  116. 

The  young  instructed  from  the  scriptures. 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind. 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad. 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  T'is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 


PSALMS.  229 

6  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 
How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

119.      FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  97,  148,  11,  13,  54,  19,  103,        C.  M. 

72,  127,  28,  49,  175. 

Delight  in  the  scriptures. 

1  O  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law! 

'T  is  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  1  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast: 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

11®.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  128,  97,  9,  62,  162.  CM. 

Holiness  and  comfort  from  the  scriptures. 

1  LORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right. 

And  all  thy  statutes  just : 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  every  flattering  lust. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight, 
Through  all  the  business  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 


230  PSALMS. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  silence  cries, — 

'  How  sweet  thy  comforts  be !' 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  some  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil 
Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

119»  SEVENTH  VERSION.     V.  96.  CM. 

Imperfection  of  nature  and  perfection  of  scripture 

1  LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join, 

To  form  one  perfect  book, — 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  I 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 
Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I  've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

White  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness, 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

119.       EIGHTH  VERSION.  V.  89—91,  160,  140,  9,  116.  C.  M. 

1  THE  starry  heavens  thy  rule  obey; 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  these,  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  power  express. 


PSALMS.  231 

2  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine  ; 
Nor  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine. 

3  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

119.  NINTH  VERSION.    V.  111.  CM. 

The  icord  of  God  the  saint's  portion. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I  '11  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight ; 
While  through  thy  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have — 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

1 19e      TENTH  VERSION.    V.  64, 68,  18, 73, 125, 19,  26,         C.  M. 

33,  34,  50,  71,  51,  27,  171. 

Divine  instructions  sought. 

1  THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord; 

How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  My  heart  was  fashioned  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due ; 
O  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  he  must  do ! 

3  Since  I 'ma  stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 


232  PSALMS. 

4  When  I  confessed  my  wandering  ways, 

Thou  heard'st  my  soul  complain ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 

And  heavenly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I  '11  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 

I  '11  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go, 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

8  When  I  have  learned  my  Father's  will, 

F 11  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  lips,  inspired  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praise.] 

119.        ELEVENTH  VERSION.     V,  38, 49,  41,  58,  107,  C.  M. 

123,  42,  74. 

Pleading  the  promises. 

1  BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 

Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 

And  promised  quickening  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  1 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail : 

O  bear  thy  servant  up  ! 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust,  as  well  as  fear. 


PSALMS.  233 

119.       TWELFTH  VERSION.     V.  5,  33,  29,  37,  36,  133,        CM. 

176,  35. 

Breathing  after  holiness. 

1  O  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off"  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip : 
Yet  since  I  've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, — 

'T  is  a  delightful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

119.       THIRTEENTH  VERSION.     V.  153,  39,  116,  122,         C.  M 

135,  82,  132. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

1  MY  God,  consider  my  distress, 

Let  mercy  plead  my  cause  ; 
Though  I  have  sinned  against  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

2  Forbid,  forbid,  the  sharp  reproach, 

Which  I  so  justly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes. 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shinings  of  thy  face. 
20* 


234  PSALMS. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, — 
'  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfill, 
And  make  my  comforts  rise  V 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 

119.      FOURTEENTH  VERSION.    V.  10,  11,63,  53,  158,      C.  M. 

161, 163, 120,  166,  174. 

Holy  fear,  and  tenderness  of  conscience. 

1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face; 

O  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I  've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3  I  'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

5  My  heart  with  sacred  reverence  hears 

The  threatenings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 

For  thy  salvation  still ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

119.        FIFTEENTH  VERSION.    V.  153,  81,  82,  71,  50,        CM. 

92,75,67. 
The  benefit  of  afflictions. 

1  CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  thy  deliverance  send  ; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints  ; 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 


PSALMS.  235 

2  Yet  I  have  found  it  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  distress  begins  ; 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way. 
And  hate  my  former  sins. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow's  weight. 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe  ; 
The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure, 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chastening  rod 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

119,       SIXTEENTH  VERSION.     V.  93,  15,  16,  32,  13,  C.  M. 

46,  61,  69,  70,  115. 
Holy  resolutions. 

1  O  THAT  thy  statutes  every  hour, 

Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word ; 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large  ! 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I  '11  speak  thy  word,  though  kings  should  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


236  PSALMS. 

5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rise 

To  rob  me  of  my  right ; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies  ; 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 

IflA        SEVENTEENTH  VERSION.     V.  25,  37,  107,  156,      n    ,. 
KB-*Pi  40,159,93.  C-  M- 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

1  MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
From  vain  desires,  and  every  lust, 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

,   2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on, 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move. 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 

6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more. 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

119*         EIGHTEENTH  VERSION.   V.  67,  59,  71— 74.  L.  M 

Afflictions  leading  to  God  and  his  word. 

1  FATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand : 
How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forced  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wandering  soul  to  God ! 


PSALMS.  237 

2  Foolish  and  vain  I  went,  astray. 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

3  'T  is  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell : 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  may  learn  his  statutes  well. 

4  The  law,  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Or  western  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  Spirit  formed  my  soul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  salvation  shall  rejoice ; 
For  I  have  trusted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

!55©«  Strife  lamented  and  peace  desired.  C.  M. 

1  THOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 

Pity  my  suffering  state  ; 
When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  cast 

Among  the  sons  of  strife, 
Whose  never-ceasing  brawlings  waste 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh,  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 

In  some  wide,  lonesome  wilderness, 

And  leave  these  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek ; 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  speak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 


238  PSALMS. 

5  New  passions  still  their  souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  strong ; 
What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ? 

6  Should  burning  arrows  smite  thee  through, 

Strict  justice  would  approve  ; 

But  I  would  rather  spare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

131.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Continual  divine  protection. 

1  UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  'skies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives — the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood ; 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit,  no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day  ; 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray 
Shall  blast  thy  couch ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  fir. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 


PSALMS.  239 

131.  SECOND  VERSION.  CM. 

1  TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  ; 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord,  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  shall  never  slide,  nor  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep : 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  He  will  sustain  our  weakest  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours 
Against  surprising  harm. 

4  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure  ; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  smite  : 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  : 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

131.  THIRD  VERSION.  C.  M. 

1  I  TO  the  hills  will  lift  my  sight. 

From  which  my  help  is  given  ; 
My  help  is  from  Jehovah's  might, 
Who  made  the  earth  and  heaven. 

2  He  will  not  rest,  or  cease  to  keep 

Thy  footsteps  from  the  snare : 
He  will  not  rest,  he  will  not  sleep, 
While  Israel  is  his  care. 

3  Jehovah,  as  a  shade,  shall  run, 

Attendant  on  thy  right ; 
By  day  to  shield  thee  from  the  sun. 
And  from  the  moon  by  night. 


240  PSALMS. 

4  Jehovah's  strength,  Jehovah's  love, 
Shall  still  thy  soul  befriend  ; 
Thy  wanderings  guide,  thy  fears  remove, 
Till  time  shall  have  an  end. 

121.  FOURTH  VERSION.  H  M. 

Continual  divine  protection. 

1  UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 

From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made : 
God  is  the  tower        I  His  grace  is  nigh 
To  which  I  fly  ;  j  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet,  shall  never  slide, 

Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide. 

Defends  me  from  my  fears: 
Those  wakeful  eyes,  I  Shall  Israel  keep 
That  never  sleep,      |  When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away. 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Tiiou  art  my  sun,      I  To  guard  my  head 
And  thou  my  shade,  |  By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I  '11  go  and  come,       I  Till  from  on  high 
Nor  fear  to  die,  |  Thou  call  me  home. 

122.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Going  to  church. 

1  HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say. — 
•  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear. 
And  keep  the  solemn  day  !' 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road : 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God. 
To  show  hi?  milder  face. 


PSALMS.  241 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne. 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place. 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell. 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

13£.  SECOND  VERSION.  S.  P.  M. 

1  HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, — 

;  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day !' 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ! 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here : 
He  bids  the  saint  be  glad ; 
He  makes  the  sinner  sad ; 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 
L  21 


242  PSALMS. 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, — 
'  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !' 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

133.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  6.  C.  M. 

Going  to  church. 

lO'T  WAS  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say, — 

'  Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 

And  keep  your  festal  day  !' 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  O  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace — 

For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 
Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

133.  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  2,  4,  7,  8.  S.  M. 

1  OUR  willing  feet  shall  stand 

Within  the  temple-door, 
While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band, 
Shall  throng  the  sacred  floor. 

2  Thither  the  tribes  repair, 

Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 
And,  joyful  in  the  house  of  prayer, 
Bend  at  the  mercy-seat. 

3  Within  these  walls  may  peace 

And  harmony  be  found ; 
Zion,  in  all  thy  palaces, 
Prosperity  abound ! 

4  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 

Our  prayer  shall  never  cease ; 
Oft  as  they  meet  for  worship  here. 
God  send  his  people  peace  ! 

133*  FIFTH  VERSION.     V.  \-A.  C.  P.  M. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  THE  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  thy  hallowed  dome, 


,  PSALMS.  243 

Thy  presence  to  adore : 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend. 

And  tread  the  sacred  floor. 

2  With  joy  shall  1  behold  the  day, 
That  calls  my  thirsting  soul  away,— 

To  dwell  among  the  blest ! 
For,  lo  !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 

3  E'en  now.  to  my  expecting  eyes 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise : 

E'en  now,  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
The  angel  forms,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring ; 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy. 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 

123.  FIRST  VERSION.  CM 

Pleading  with  submission. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 

Enthroned  above  the  skies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand. 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke ; 
Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look : — 

3  So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still, 
Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Those  that  in  wealth  and  pleasure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride ; 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 


244  PSALMS. 

5  Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  compassion  lies; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, — 
That  God  will  not  despise. 

123.  SECOND  VERSION.  7s.  6L 

Homige  arid  intreaty. 

1  LORD,  before  fay  throne  we  bend ; 
Lord,  to  thee  our  eyes  ascend: 
Servants  to  our  Master  true, 

Lo  !  we  yield  the  homage  due : 
Children,  to  our  Sire  we  fly, 
Abba,  Father,  hear  our  cry ! 

2  To  the  dust  our  knees  we  bow, 
We  are  weak,  but  mighty  thou . 
Sore  distressed,  yet  suppliant  still, 
We  await  thy  holy  will ; 
Bound  to  earth  and  rooted  here, 
Till  our  Saviour  God  appear. 

3  From  the  heavens,  thy  dwelling-place, 
Shed,  O  shed,  thy  pardoning  grace : 
Turn  to  save  us — none  below 
Pause  to  hear  our  silent  woe ; 
Pleased  or  sad,  a  thoughtless  throng, 
Still  they  gaze,  and  pass  along. 

4  Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation's  darkest  hour : 
Swift  to  seal  their  captives'  doom. 
See  our  foes  exulting  come ! 
Jesus,  Saviour,  yet  be  nigh, 
Lord  of  life  and  victory ! 

1S54:.  Public  deliverance  from  treachery  or  tumult '.  L.  M. 

1  HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say, 

Had  not  the  Lord  maintained  our  side, 
When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide, — 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopped  our  breath, 

So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll ; 
We  had  been  swallowed  deep  in  death ; 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelmed  our  soul. 


PSALMS.  245 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  shout  and  sing, 

Who  just  escaped  the  fatal  stroke ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke. 

4  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  for  us  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Who  saved  us  from  the  murdering  sword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  souls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  formed  the  earth,  and  built  the  skies : 
He,  who  upholds  that  wondrous  frame, 

Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

12t>.  FIRST  VERSION.  CM. 

The  saint's  trial  and  safety. 

1  UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 
And  fixed  as  mountains  be, 

Firm  as  a  rock,  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  smarting  scourge, 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 

Divine  compassion  still  allays 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 
And  lead  them  safely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 

Where  Christ,  their  Lord,  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  those  crooked  ways 
Which  the  old  serpent  drew, 

The  wrath  that  drove  him  first  to  hell, 
Shall  smite  his  followers  too. 

12c>«  SECOND  VERSION.  S.  M. 

1  FIRM  and  unmoved  are  they 
That  rest  their  souls  on  God ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
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246  PSALMS. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 
The  city's  sacred  ground, 

So  God,  and  his  almighty  love, 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chastising  stroke  ; 

Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 
Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whose  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  oppress  the  saint ; 

The  God  of  Israel  will  support 
His  children,  lest  they  faint 

6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 
Will  choose  the  road  to  hell, 

We  must  receive  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

126.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Surprising  deliverance. 

1  WHEN  God  restored  our  captive  state, 

Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our  theme  ; 
A  grace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
That  joy  appeared  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleasure  shout  thy  praise, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  reviewed  our  dismal  fears, 

'T  was  hard  to  think  they'd  vanish  so  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, — 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrowed  field, 

His  scattered  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
Will  shout  to  see  the  harvest  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  sheaves. 


PSALMS.  247 

126.  SECOND  VERSION.  CM. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  conversion. 

1  WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  :  Great  is  the  work,'  my  neighbors  cried. 

And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 
'  Great  is  the  work,'  my  heart  replied, 
•'  And  be  the  glory  thine.' 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise, 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

'Twill  not  deceive  their  hope ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost ; 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

126.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  5,  6.  S.  M. 

Reaping  in  due  season. 

1  THE  harvest  dawn  is  near, 

The  year  delays  not  long; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear. 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves ; 
But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 
And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 

127.  FmST  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  5.  L.  M. 
GoaVs  blessing  on  our  busi?iess  and  friends. 

1  IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 
And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep. 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 


248  PSALMS. 

2  What  though  you  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done ; 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  you  dread ; — 

3  'T  is  all  in  vain,  till  God  hatfr  blest ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest ; 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too, 
If  God,  our  sovereign,  make  them  so. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends ; 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  seasoned  with  his  love  1 

127.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  5.  C.  M. 

God's  blessing  on  our  business  and  friends. 

1  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 

The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
A  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arise, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies, 
Your  tiresome  toil  pursue, — 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, — 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blessed  ; 

But.  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 

You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 
If  sent  without  his  love. 

127.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1,  2.  8s  &  7s. 

God's  blessing  essential  to  success. 

1  VAINLY  through  night's  weary  hours. 

Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 


PSALMS.  249 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed ; 

He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 
Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

128.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Family  blessings. 

1  O  HAPPY  man  whose  soul  is  filled 

With  zeal  and  reverend  awe  ! 
Whose  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
Whose  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  shall  stand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head ; 
Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfill, 

For  months  and  years  to  come ; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  send  thee  blessings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man,  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  house  increase; 
Shall  see  the  sinking  church  arise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

128.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  4-6.  S.  M. 

Christian  industry  blessed. 

1  HOW  happy  is  his  part, 

Who  makes  the  Lord  his  dread, 
And  keeps  his  ways  with  joyous  heart, 
And  still  unwavering  tread  ! 

2  The  fruits  of  thine  own  toil 

Shall  thy  repast  supply  ; 
And  calmly,  o'er  thy  plenteous  soil, 
Thy  happy  days  shall  fly. 


250  PSALMS. 

3  Lo,  thus  the  man  shall  live. 

Who  makes  the  Lord  his  dread  ; 
And  God,  from  Zion's  height  shall  give 
Rich  blessings  on  his  head. 

4  On  Salem's  peace  thine  eyes, 

Through  all  thy  days,  shall  rest; 
Shall  see  thy  children's  children  rise. 
And  see  thine  Israel  blessed. 

129.  v.  1-5.  C.  M. 

Persecutors  punished. 

1  UP  from  my  youth, — may  Israel  say, — 

Have  I  been  nursed  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth.  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife ; 
Oft  they  assailed  my  riper  age, 
But  not  destroyed  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flesh 

With  furrows  long  and  deep  ; 
Hourly  they  vexed  my  wounds  afresh, 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  sleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Measured  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  insolence  surprised, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
How  were  the  foes  of  Zion  seized 
With  horror  to  the  soul ! 

6  Thus  shall  the  men  that  hate  the  saints, 

Be  blasted  from  the  sky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

130.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  OUT  of  the  depths  of  long  distress. 
The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 


PSALMS.  251 

2  Great  God !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
#         My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : — 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There 's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslaved  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Israel  shall  be  saved. 

130.  SECOND  VERSION.  L.  M. 

1  FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  raised  my  cries: 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 

And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 


252  PSALMS. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait. 

And  wish  and  long  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

4  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain ; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 

Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways,  * 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

131.  FIRST  VERSION.  CM 

Humility  and  submission. 

1  IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

131.  SECOND  VERSION.  8s  &  7s. 

1  LET  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly ; 

Humble  all  my  swelling  pride  ; 
Fallen,  guilty,  and  unholy, 

Greatness  from  my  eyes  I  '11  hide  : 
I  '11  forbid  my  vain  aspiring, 

Nor  at  earthly  honors  aim  ; 
No  ambitious  heights  desiring, 

Far  above  my -humble  claim. 

2  As  the  weane*d  child,  repining, 

Weeps  upon  the  mother's  breast, 
Then,  its  hopes  and  griefs  resigning, 
Smiles,  and  yields,  and  sinks  to  rest : — 


PSALMS.  253 

So  my  soul,  the  conflict  stronger, 

Shall  at  last  to  thee  submit, 
Thee,  my  God,  resist  no  longer, 

Own  thy  will,  and  patient  sit. 

3  Weaned  from  earth's  vexatious  pleasures, 

In  thy  love  I  '11  seek  for  mine ; 
Placed  in  heaven  my  nobler  treasures, 

Earth  I  quietly  resign. 
Israel,  thus  the  world  despising, 

On  the  Lord  alone  rely ; 
Then,  from  him  thy  joys  arising, 

Like  himself  shall  never  die. 

131.  THIRD  VERSION.  7s&5s- 

1  LORD,  I  am  not  proud  in  heart, 

Nor  of  lofty  eye  ; 
Nor  aspire  beyond  my  part 
After  things  too  high. 

2  Like  an  infant  meek  and  mild, 

I  have  learned  to  rest ; 

Like  a  gentle,  humble  child, 

On  his  mother's  breast. 

3  Thus,  O  Israel,  trust  the  Lord, 

Trust  him,  and  adore  : 
He  shall  be  thy  full  reward, 
Now  and  evermore. 

13*2,  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  5,  13— 17.  L.  M. 

God  dwelling  in  his  church. 

1  WHERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 

A  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  rest; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still, 
His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  '  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  forever,'  saith  the  Lord  ; 
'  Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 
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254  PSALMS. 

4  l  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread  ; 
Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

5  '  Girded  with  truth  and  clothed  with  grace. 

My  priests,  my  ministers  shall  shine : 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  costly  dress, 
Made  an  appearance  so  divine. 

6  '  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing  : 
The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King.' 

132.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  8.  15—13.  C.  M. 

God's  presence  in  his  temple  invoked. 

1  ARISE,  O  King  of  grace!  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne ; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

133.  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Brotherly  love. 

1  LO,  what  an  entertaining  sight 
Are  brethren  that  agree  ; 
Brethren  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite, 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 


PSALMS.  255 

2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the  spring, 

Descend  to  every  soul, 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : — 

3  'T  is  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet 

On  Aaron's  reverend  head  ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

133.  SECOND  VERSION.  S.P.M. 

1  HOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move  j 
And  each  fulfill  his  part 
With  sympathising  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'T  is  like  the  ointment,  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet ; 
The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 

Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blessed  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  distills. 

133.  THIRD  VERSION.  H.  M. 

1  HOW  beautiful  the  sight 

Of  brethren  who  agree, 
In  friendship,  to  unite, 

And  bonds  of  charity ! 
'T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed, 
0"er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 


256  PSALMS. 

2  'T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers, 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers, — 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands, — 

E'en  life  for  evermore : 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love. 

133.  FOURTH  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Love  and  worship  in  a  family. 

1  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

134,  FIRST  VERSION.  C.  M 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

1  YE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 

Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  bless  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  send  your  souls  on  high ; 
Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  starry  sky. 


PSALMS.  257 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts. 
With  rays  of  quickening  grace  ; 
The  God  that  spread  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 

|34.  SECOND  VERSION.  7s. 

1  FRIENDS  of  God  in  every  land, 
Ye  that  wait  his  high  command. 
Cheerful,  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
Bless  his  name  with  gladness  there. 

2  There,  with  morning's  early  rays, 
Lift  your  hands  in  holy  praise  ; 
There,  at  evening's  solemn  hour, 
Bow  before  his  throne  of  power. 

3  There  he  meets  his  saints  with  grace ; 
There,  reveals  his  glorious  face  ; — 
Heaven  and  earth's  Creator  blest : 

In  his  love  let  Zion  rest ! 

134.  THIRD  VERSION.  C.  M. 

Evening  public  worship. 

1  BLESS  ye  the  Lord  with  solemn  rite, 

In  hymns  extol  his  name, — 
Ye  who,  within  his  house,  by  night, 
Watch  round  the  altar's  flame. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  amid  the  place, 

Where  burns  the  sacred  sign, 
And  pray,  that  thus  Jehovah's  face 
O'er  all  the  earth  may  shine. 

3  From  Zion,  from  his  holy  hill, 

The  Lord,  our  Maker,  send 
The  perfect  knowledge  of  his  will,    ^ 
Salvation  without  end.  ™ 

134:.     •  FOURTH  VERSION.  L.  M. 

1  O  ye  that  serve  the  Lord  of  light, 
Within  his  temple,  night  by  night, 
While  thus  ye  keep  your  faithful  ward, 
Lift  holy  hands,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

22* 


258  PSALMS. 

2  The  Lord,  who  made  the  heavens  on  high, 
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  starry  sky, 
And  spread,  below,  the  earth  and  sea, 
From  Zion  bless  thy  prayer  and  thee. 

130.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—7,  15—21.  C.  M. 

Praise  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 

Your  sweetest  passions  raise, — 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ ; 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne. 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth  and  sea,  confess  his  hand ; 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise ; 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimed. 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  named, 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  stocks  or  stones  they  trust 

Can  give  them  showers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worship  wood  or  dust, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave : 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  designed  to  walk, 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  save. 

7  6M  are  their  eyesr  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 

Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  O  Zion,  trust  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He  makes  thy  courts  his  blest  abode, 

And  claims  thine  honors  there. 


PSALMS.  259 

135.  SECOND  VERSION.    V,  5-13.  L.  M. 

God  the  sovereign  of  nature  and  of  nations. 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 

Above  all  powers  and  every  throne  : 
Whate'er  he  pleased,  in  earth  or  sea, 
Or  heaven  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapors  rise. 

The  lightnings  flash,  the  thunders  roar; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempest,  from  his  airy  store. 

3  'T  was  he  those  dreadful  tokens  sent, 

O  Egypt,  through  thy  stubborn  land; 
When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 

He  slew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave. 

5  His  power  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 

That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell : 
And  heaven  he  gives  us  to  possess, 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

130.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—4,  14,  19—21.  L.  M 

The  church,  God's  house  and  care. 

1  PRAISE  *ye  the  Lord;  exalt  his  name 

While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  saints,  that  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good ; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ : 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints ; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends : 
And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod ; 
He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  will  be  known  the  mighty  God. 


260  PSALMS. 

5  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  who  taste  his  love ; 
People  and  priests,  exalt  his  name ; 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

136.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—9,  23— 26.  CM. 

Creation,  providence,  and  redemption. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord: 

'His  mercies  still  endure;' 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored ; 
'His  truth  is  ever  sure.' 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done ! 

'  How  mighty  is  his  hand !' 
Heaven,  earth,  and  sea,  he  framed  alone : 
'  How  wide  is  his  command !' 

3  The  sun  supplies  the  day  with  light: 

'  How  bright  his  counsels  shine  !' 
The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  night; 
'  His  works  are  all  divine.' 

4  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin  : 

'  He  felt  his  pity  move :' 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in ! 
'  How  boundless  was  his  love !' 

5  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  wo ; 

'  His  goodness  never  fails ;' 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  e,v«ry  foe : 
'  And  still  his  grace  prevails.' 

6  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heavenly  King ; 

'  His  mercies  still  endure :' 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
'  His  truth  is  ever  sure.' 

136.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1-9.  24.  L.  M. 

1  GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways : 

'  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song.5 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 
'  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more.1 


PSALMS.  261 

3  He  built,  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high : 

'  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song.' 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

'  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more.' 

5  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
1  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song.' 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat : 

;  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more.' 

136.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1—9,  23-26.  ,H.  M. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

The  universal  Lord, 
The  sovereign  King  of  kings ; 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 
1  His  power  and  grace    I      And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same ;  Have  endless  praise.' 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 

And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
1  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  And  ever  sure 

Shall  still  endure ;  Abides  thy  word.' 

3  His  wisdom  framed  the  sun, 

To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars, 

To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 
'  His  power  and  grace     I      And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same ;  Have  endless  praise/ 

4  He  saw  the  nations  lie 

All  perishing  in  sin ; 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 

The  ruined  world  was  in. 
'  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  And  ever  sure 

Shall  still  endure ;  Abides  thy  word.' 


262  PSALMS. 

5  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  foe. 
'His  power  and  grace  And  let  his  name 

Are  still  the  same ;  Have  endless  praise.' 

6  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heavenly  King : 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 

His  works  and  glory  sing. 
c  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  And  ever  sure 

Shall  still  endure ;  Abides  thy  word.' 

136.  FOURTH  VERSION.  7s. 

1  LET  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind : 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light: 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure. 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need : 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 


4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless, 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness : 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever -sure. 

5  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  then,  with  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


PSALMS. 


263 


137.  FIRST  VERSION  L.  M. 

Captive  Israel's  lament. 

1  BY  Babel's  streams  the  captives  sate, 
And  wept  for  Zion's  hapless  fate ; 
Useless,  their  harps  on  willows  hung, 
While  foes  required  a  sacred  song. 

2  With  taunting  voice,  and  scornful  eye,— 
'  Sing  us  a  song  of  heaven,'  they  cry: 

'  While  foes  deride  our  God  and  King, 
How  can  we  tune  our  harps  or  sing  1 

3  '  If  Zion's  woes  our  hearts  forget, 
Or  cease  to  mourn  for  Israel's  fate, 
Let  useful  skill  our  hands  forsake ; 
Our  hearts  with  hopeless  sorrow  break. 

4  c  Thou,  ruined  Salem,  to  our  eyes 
Each  day  in  sad  remembrance  rise  ! 
Should  we  e'er  cease  to  feel  thy  wrongs, 
Lost  be  our  joys,  and  mute  our  tongues. 

5  'Remember,  Lord,  proud  Edom's  sons, 
Who  cried,  exulting  at  our  groans, 
While  Salem  trembled  to  her  base, 
Rase  them, — her  deep  foundations  rase.' 

6  While  thus  they  sung,  the  mourners  viewed 
Their  foes  by  Cyrus'  arm  subdued, 

And  saw  his  glory  rise,  who  spread 
Their  streets  and  fields,  with  hosts  of  dead, 

7  Pleased,  they  foresaw  the  blest  decree, 
That  set  their  tribes  from  bondage  free, 
Renewed  the  temple,  and  restored 
The  sacred  worship  of  the  Lord. 

137.  SECOND  VERSION.  10s 

1  ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence  strayed, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  strung, 

When  praise  employed  and  mirth  inspired  the  lay 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 
And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious  day. 


264  PSALMS. 

3  Our  cruel  tyrants,  to  increase  the  wo. 

With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim  j 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 

While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown. 

Shall  Israel's  sons,  a  song  of  Zion  raise  ? 
O  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise, — 

5  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame ; 
My  hand  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall  cease. 

6  Yet  shall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 

O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismay ; 
His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

137.  THIRD  VERSION.     V  1,  5—7.  S.  M. 

Love  to  the  church. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church,  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 
My  voice,  or  hands,  deny, 

These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 
Her  welfare  or  her  wo, 

Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 


PSALMS.  265 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

138*  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2.  L.  M. 

Praise  to  God  in  his  house. 

1  WITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I  '11  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song : 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witness  my  devotion  there  ; 
While  holy  zeal  directs  mine  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies. 

3  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I  '11  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

138.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  2-8.  L.  M. 

Restoring  and  preserving  grace. 

1  TO  God  I  cried,  when  troubles  rose, — 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

2  The  God  of  heaven  maintains  his  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  scorns  the  great  j 
But  from  his  throne  descends,  to  see 

The  sons  of  humble  poverty. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

M  23 


266  PSALMS. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins ; 
The  work,  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

139.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1-6.  L.  M. 

The  all-seeing  God. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through : 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  How  awful  is  thy  searching  eye  ! 

Thy  knowledge,  Oh,  how  deep  !  how  high ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  I 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

139.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1—6.  C.   M. 

1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all  surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 


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4  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

139.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  7— 12.  L.  M. 

1  COULD  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun. 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 

2  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthroned  in  light; 
If  down  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

3  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea, 

Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

4  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

5  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise,  N 
No  screen  from  thy  all-seeing  eyes ; 
Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soon 
Through  midnight  shades,  as  blazing  noon. 

6  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

7  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  I 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


268  PSALMS. 

139.  FOURTH  VERSION     V.  7—12.  C.  M. 

The  all-seeing  God. 

1  LORD,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire. 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 

To  shun  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death. 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

3  If  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4  If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee : 
Oh,  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

139.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  13—16.  L.  M. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 

1  'T  WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame: 

In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  shine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  survey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confusion  lay ; 
Thou  saw'st  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Formed  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  named, 
And  what  thy  sovereign  counsels  framed, — 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, — 
Was  copied  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  last,  to  show  my  Maker's  name, 
God  stamped  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  some  unknown  moment  joined 
The  finished  members  to  the  mind. 


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5  There  the  young  seeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  passions  of  the  man : 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise. 

139.  SIXTH  VERSION.    V.  13—16.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 

And  all  my  frame  survey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  possessed, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 
Thy  wisdom  all  my  features  traced, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicest  care  surveyed 

The  growth  of  every  part, 
Till  the  whole  scheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copied  by  thine  art. 

4  Heaven,  earth,  and  sea,  and  fire,  and  wind, 

Show  me  thy  wondrous  skill ; 
But  I  review  myself,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  still. 

5  Thine  awful  glories  round  me  shine ; 

My  flesh  proclaims  thy  praise  : 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

139.  SEVENTH  VERSION.      V.  17,  18.  L.  M. 

Countless  mercies.     An  evening  Psalm. 

1  LORD,  since  in  my  advancing  age 
I  've  acted  on  life's  busy  stage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

2  I  could  survey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  sand  that  makes  the  shore, 
Before  my  swiftest  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  These  on  my  heart  are  still  impressed, 
With  these  I  give  my  eyes  to  rest; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 
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270  PSALMS. 

139.  EIGHTH  VERSION.     V.  14,  17,  18.  C.  M. 

1  LORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

They  strike  me  with  surprise ; 
Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill ; 
And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 

0  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 

139.  NINTH  VERSION.    V.  19—24.  L.  M. 
Sincerity  professed  and  grace  tried. 

1  MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 
When  impious  men  transgress  thy  will ! 

1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  sons  of  malice  and  deceit? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, — 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  search  my  soul,  try  every  thought ; 
Though  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin  ? 

0  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

140.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2, 4—6,  8,  12, 13.  S.  M. 

A  complaint  against  personal  enemies. 

1  MY  God,  while  impious  men, 
With  malice  in  their  heart, 

My  peace  destroy,  my  life  defame, 
Thy  guardian  grace  impart. 

2  Ceaseless  they  lie  in  wait 
My  footsteps  to  betray ; 

They  hide  their  snare,  they  set  their  gin 
Beside  my  peaceful  way. 


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3  O  hear  my  humble  cry ! 
Their  fondest  hopes  destroy  ; 

Their  arts  confound,  their  plots  disclose, 
And  blast  their  envious  joy. 

4  Thou  wilt  sustain  the  poor, 
And  bid  th'  afflicted  sing ; 

Before  thee  shall  thy  children  dwell, 
Their  Father  and  their  King. 

140,  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  6,  7,  12,  13.  L.  M. 

A  prayer  against  public  enemies. 

1  O  THOU  preserver  of  mankind, 

Our  hope,  our  shield,  our  strength,  our  God ! 
Thou  hast  an  ear  to  prayer  inclined ; 
Our  cries  have  reached  thy  dread  abode. 

2  Our  cause  thy  justice  will  maintain, 

Avenge  th'  oppressed  and  guard  the  poor: 
Ne'er  shall  thy  children  ask  in  vain, 

And  our  proud  foes  shall  boast  no  more. 

3  Their  banded  hosts  shall  fly,  or  fall ; 

A  shaking  leaf  their  thousands  chase  ; 
Our  God  shall  hear  our  nation's  call ; 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sing  his  praise. 

141.  v.  2-5.  L.  M. 

Watchfulness  and  brotherly  reproof. 

1  MY  God.  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house  ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relie'f; 

And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 


272  PSALMS. 

14:2.  FIRST  VERSION.  CM 

God  the  hope  of  the  helpless. 

1  TO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 

From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne, 
I  poured  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  soul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  : 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Knows  every  way  I  take. 

3  On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone ; 
While  friends  and  strangers  passed  me  by, 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

And  call  thy  mercy  near  ; — 
'  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
Be  thou  my  refuge  here.' 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend ; 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me,  know 
I  've  an  almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free ; 

Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

142.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  6,  7.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  shall  hear  my  humble  prayer, 
To  him  my  heart  disclosed  its  care  ; 

I  '11  pour  my  sorrows  at  his  seat, 
And  all  my  griefs  and  fears  repeat. 

2  O'erwhelmed  with  wo  my  spirit  lay, 
Yet  still  my  God  observed  my  way : 
Thine  eyes  the  secret  snares  discerned, 
Spread  round  my  steps  where'er  I  turned. 

3  Lo !  on  the  right,  amid  my  fears, 
No  aid,  no  advocate  appears ; 
No  friendly  refuge  here  I  find, 
No  generous  pity  cheers  my  mind. 


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4  O  God,  regard  my  earnest  prayer, 
Else  shall  I  sink  in  deep  despair : 
Let  all  my  foes,  too  strong  for  me, 
Own  my  almighty  Friend  in  thee ! 

5  Enlarge  my  soul,  imprisoned  round  ; 
Then  shall  my  praise  thy  name  resound ; 
And  righteous  men  around  me  throng, 
To  view  thy  grace  and  join  my  song. 

113.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  3—6.  L.  M. 

Complaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  and  body. 

1  MY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God ! 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  succor  from  thy  throne ; 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known ! 

2  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me ; 
Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

3  I  dwell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 
My  heart  is  desolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

4  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up  ; 

1  stretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 

And  thirst,  like  parching  lands,  for  rain. 

5  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn ; 
When  will  thy  smiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove ; 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

143.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  7—12.  L.  M. 

Prayer  under  heavy  afflictions. 

1  MY  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
Will  sink  thy  servant  to  the  grave : 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye ; 
Make  haste  to  help  before  I  die 

2  The  night  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
Distressing  pains,  distressing  fears  ; 
O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice! 


274  PSALMS. 

3  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  soul  on  high ; 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tiresome  hours  away. 

4  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  show 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  should  go ; 
If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

5  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill ; 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain  j 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flesh,  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 

111.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1, 2.  CM 

Divine  aid  in  the  spiritual  warfare. 

1  FOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  shield ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care. 
Instructs  me  to  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 

Does  my  weak  courage  raise  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine. 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

144.  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  3—6.  C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  man,  and  condescension  of  God. 

1  LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 

Born  of  the  earth  at  first ! 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hastening  to  the  dust. 

2  Oh,  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace? 


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3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 
While  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, — 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

111.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  12—15.  L.  M. 

The  happy  nation. 

1  HAPPY  the  city,  where  their  sons, 

Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polished  stones, 
Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 

2  Happy  the  country,  where  the  sheep, 

Cattle,  and  corn,  have  large  increase ; 
Where  men  securely  work  or  sleep, 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endowed ; 

But  more  divinely  blest  are  those, 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God 
Himself  with  all  his  grace  bestows. 

14:5.  FIRST  VERSION.    V.  1—7,  11—13.  C.  M 

The  greatness  of  God. 

1  LONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown. 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known ; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  state, 
With  public  splendor  shown. 


276 


PSALMS. 


6  The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands, 
Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

145.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1—8.  L.  M. 

The  greatness  of  God. 

1  MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I  '11  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream  ; 
Thy  mercy  swift ;  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  : 

Let  Zion  in  her  courts  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways ; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 

145.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7-10,  15,  16.  C.  M. 

The  goodness  of  God. 

1  SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace. 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 


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3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat. 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word. 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

5.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  14,  17—19,  21.  C.  M. 

God's  mercy  to  sufferers. 

1  LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  tottering  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth : 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry ; 
And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

6  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 
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278  PSALMS. 

14:0.  FIRST  VERSION.  L.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  truth. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord:  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine ; 

Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

3  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust : 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp, and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  forever  stands  secure  : 

He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

146.  SECOND  VERSION.  L.  P.  M. 

1  I  'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


PSALMS.  279 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood : 
Their  breath  departs ;  their  pomp,  and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

,5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God.  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

6  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

147.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—6.  L.  M. 

The  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord:  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name : 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 


280  PSALMS. 

3  He  formed  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names : 
His  wisdom 's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, — 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

34? .  SECOND  VERSION.      V.  7—11.  L.  M. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

2  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn ; 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

3  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force? 
The  sprightly  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb, — 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

4  The  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight : 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

147.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  7,  8,  14—16,  18.  C.  M. 

The  seasons  of  the  year. 

1  WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race. 
And  wintry  days  appear. 


PSALMS.  281 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

147,  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  12—20.  L.  M. 

Summer  and  winter. 

1  BLESS,  O  thou  western  world,  thy  God, 
And  make  his  honors  known  abroad ; 
He  bids  the  sea  before  thee  flow; 

Not  bars  of  brass  could  guard  thee  so. 

2  Thy  children  are  secure  and  blest ; 
Thy  shores  have  peace,  thy  cities  rest ; 
He  feeds  thy  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessing  to  their  meat. 

3  Thy  changing  seasons  he  ordains, 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
His  flakes  of  snow  like  wool  he  sends, 
And  thus  the  springing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frost  he  strews  the  ground ; 
His  hail  descends  with  clattering  sound ; 
Where  is  the  man  so  vainly  bold, 

That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  southern  breezes  blow ; 
The  ice  dissolves,  the  waters  flow : — 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  thy  children  to  his  praise. 

6  To  all  thy  sons  his  laws  are  shown ; 
His  gospel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  revealed  his  word 
To  every  land:  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

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282  PSALMS. 

148,  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1—5,  8,  13,  14.  H.  M. 

Universal  praise  to  God. 

1  YE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  In  worlds  of  light, 

Of  angels  bright,  Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rul'st  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  power  declare,  And  clouds  that  fly 

Ye  floods  on  high,  In  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand ; 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 

By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word,  From  nothing  came 

And  all  their  frame  To  praise  the  Lord. 

4  Ye  vapors,  hail  and  snow, 

Praise  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  stormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 
When  lightnings  shine,  I      Let  earth  adore 
Or  thunders  roar,  His  hand  divine. 

5  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love. 
While  earth  and  sky  His  saints  shall  raise 

Attempt  his  praise,  His  honors  high. 

148,  SECOND  VERSION.    V.  1-8.  S.  M. 

1  LET  every  creature  join 

To  praise  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 


PSALMS.  283 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame ; 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapors,  when  ye  rise, 

Or  fall  in  showers  or  snow, — 
Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flashing  fire, 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honors  be  expressed ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

148.  THIRD  VERSION.     V.  1-4,  7,  8,  11—14.  L.  M. 

1  LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ! 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  The  Lord — how  absolute  he  reigns ! 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee, 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  strains, 
And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun  !  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame 

In  sounds  of  dreadful  praise  declare ; 
Let  the  sweet  whisper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea, 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 


284  PSALMS. 

6  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  sings? 

0  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings ! 

7  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

8  Jehovah — "t  is  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ! 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

9  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord ; 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord! 

148.  FOURTH  VERSION.     V.  1—3,  8—13.  C.  M. 

Universal  praise  to  God. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord;  on  every  height 

Songs  to  his  glory  raise  ; 
Ye  angel  hosts,  ye  stars  of  night, 
Join  in  immortal  praise. 

2  O  fire  and  vapor,  hail  and  snow, 

Ye  servants  of  his  will ; 
O  stormy  winds,  that  only  blow 
His  mandates  to  fulfill ; — 

3  Mountains  and  rocks,  to  heaven  that  rise ; 

Fair  cedars  of  the  wood; 
Creatures  of  life  that  wing  the  skies, 
Or  track  the  plains  for  food ; — 

4  Judges  of  nations;  kings,  whose  hand 

Waves  the  proud  scepter  high ; 
O  youths  and  virgins  of  the  land ; 
O  age  and  infancy ; — 

5  Praise  ye  his  name,  to  whom  alone 

All  homage  should  be  given, 
Whose  glory,  from  th'  eternal  throne, 
Spreads  wide  o'er  earth  and  heaven. 


PSALMS.  285 

148.  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  l-<3,  13, 14.  *Ss&7s. 

1  PRAISE  the  Lord!  ye  heavens,  adore  him ; 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  h:m  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  glcrious ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name  ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

148.  SIXTH  VERSION,     V.  1-7,  10-13.  C.  P.  M. 

1  BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name ; 
Lo !  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies. 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker,  God, — 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power  : 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  gleamy  wing, 
In  triumph,  walks  th'  eternal  King ; — 

Th'  astonished  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies; 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll ; — 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air. 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 


286  PSALMN. 

4  'Wake,  all  ye  soaring  tribes,  and  sing ; 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Ham.onious  anthems  raise  ^ 

To  him,  who  shaped  your  finer  mourn, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath,  in  praise,  employ  ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  ring  back  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

14L8.  SEVENTH  VERSION.  6a. 

Universal  praise  to  God. 

1  YE  holy  angels  bright, 

Who  stand  before  God's  throne, 
And  live  :n  glorious  light, 
Make  ye  his  praises  known. 

2  Ye  spirits  of  the  blest, 

Who  near  the  Saviour  dwell, 
And  share  his  blissful  rest, 
Join  ye  the  praise  tc  swell. 

3  Ye  nations  of  the  earth, 

Extol  the  world's  great  King  ; 
With  melody  and  mirth 
His  glorious  praises  sing. 

4  Sing  forth  Jehovah's  praise, 

Ye  saints  that  on  him  call ; 
O  magnify  his  grace, 
His  holy  churches  all. 

5  My  soul,  bear  thou  thy  part ; 

Triumph  in  God  above, 
And  with  a  well  tuned  heart 
Sing  thou  the  songs  of  love. 

140.  v.  h  2,  4-7.  c   M 

The  saints  praising  God. 

1  ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 
A.mid  the  church,  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  show. 


PSALMS.  287 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  ; 
The  meek,  that  lie  despised  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  shall  wield  the  sword ; 
And  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Christ  the  judgment-seat  ascends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  loved  him  here. 

loO.  FIRST  VERSION.     V.  1,  2,  6.  C.  M. 

1  IN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise; 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blest : 
Yet.  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 

loO.  SECOND  VERSION.     V.  1-4,  6.  L.  M. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord — let  praise  employ, 
In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy; 
The  spacious  firmament  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 


288 


PSALMS. 


2  Recount  his  works  in  strains  divine, 

His  wondrous  works — how  bright  they  shine  ! 
Praise  him  for  his  almighty  deeds, 
Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3  Awake  the  trumpet's  piercing  sound, 
To  spread  your  sacred  pleasures  round ; 
In  praise  awake  each  tuneful  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing. 

4  Let  all,  whom  life  and  breath  inspire, 
Attend,  and  join  the  blissful  choir  ; 
But  chiefly  ye,  who  know  his  word, 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

150.  THIRD  VERSION.    V.  1-4.  H.  M. 

1  IN  Zion's  sacred  gates, 

Let  hymns  of  praise  begin, 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love, 

With  ceaseless  beauty  shine. 
In  mercy  there,  I  Before  his  throne 

While  God  is  known,  |  With  songs  appear. 

2  In  heaven,  his  house  on  high, 

Ye  angels  lift  your  voice ; 
Let  heavenly  harps  resound, 

And  happy  saints  rejoice. 
The  glories  sing,         I  With  pomp  divine, 
That  ever  shine,         |  Around  your  King. 

3  His  wondrous  acts  demand, 

His  wisdom  and  his  grace, 
The  labors  of  our  hands, 

And  transports  of  our  praise. 
Rehearse  his  name    I  Where'er  his  power 
To  every  shore,  |  His  works  proclaim. 

4  Let  the  trump's  martial  voice, 

The  timbrel's  softer  sound, 
The  organ's  solemn  peal, 
United  praise  resound. 
To  swell  the  song,     I  Let  man  employ 


With  highest  joy,       J  His  tuneful  tongue. 


PSALMS.  289 

I OO,  FOURTH  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  6.  7s. 

1  PRAISE  the  Lord — his  power  confess  ; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness ; 

Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires, — 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around ; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 
In  his  praise,  your  hearts  unite  ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

1«>0,  FIFTH  VERSION.    V.  1-4,  6.  6s  &  4s. 

1  PRAISE  ye  Jehovah's  name, 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim, — 

Rise  and  adore : 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove — 

Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame : 
There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around — 

Filled  with  his  name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string, — 

Sweet  the  accord ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows  ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose, — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

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HYMIS 


ORDINARY  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


INTRODUCTORY. 

The  Lord's  prayer.  S.  M. 

1  OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now; — 
Thy  name  he  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power. 

From  Satan's  wiles,  defend ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine ; 
The  scepter,  throne,  and  majesty, 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

At  the  opening  of  public  worship.  7s 

1  IN  thy  presence  we  appear ; 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  here, 
When,  within  the  vail,  we  meet 
Thee  upon  thy  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Touch  our  lips,  and  loose  our  tongue ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 


292  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; 
Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
And  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn ; 
That,  at  evening,  we  may  say, — 

'  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day.' 

••  Invocation.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  IN  thy  name,  O  Lord  !  assembling, 

We  thy  people  now  draw  near : 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear  j 

Hear  with  meekness, — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee : 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daity  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be  ; 

Till  thy  glory 
Without  cloud  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore  ; 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before  : 

Full  enjoyment, — 
Full,  and  pure,  for  evermore. 

4:»  Jer.  xxix.  13.  7s. 

1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now. 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

O  do  not  our  suit  disdain ; 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 


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3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Here  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 
Lord,  we  cannot  let  thee  go, 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5.  Hosannas  to  Christ.  L.  M, 

1  HOSANNA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord !  thine  angels  cry ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  thy  saints  reply : 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour !  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  thy  house  of  prayer : 
Assembled  in  thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But.  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

|}t  Christ  present  wherever  worshipped.  L.  M, 

1  JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come. 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

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294  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

•  •  Christ's  presence  the  joy  of  his  people.  L.  M. 

1  OFT,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  behold  thy  face ; 
And  oft  have  seen  thy  glory  shine, 
With  power  and  majesty  divine : — 

2  But  soon,  alas  !  thine  absence  mourn, 
And  pray,  and  wish  thy  kind  return  j 
Without  thy  life-inspiring  light, 

'T  is  all  a  scene  of  gloomy  night. 

3  Return,  O  Lord,  thy  children  cry, 
Our  graces  droop,  our  comforts  die  5 
Return,  and  let  thy  glory  rise 
Again,  to  our  admiring  eyes  ; — 

4  Till  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 

And  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 

8»  Hag.  ii.  7.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  andlove,  and  joy  divine 

A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 


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5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, — 
Come,  great  Redeemer,  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

«F»  A  blessing  invoked  on  worship.  CM. 

1  LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 

With  reverence  and  with  fear : 

Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must,  draw  near. 

2  God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee, 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts ; 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see. — 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

3  Give  deep  humility;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong,  desiring  confidence 
To  see  thy  face  and  live ; — 

4  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep. 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

5  Give  these,  and  then  thy  will  be  done : 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  ar%ht. 

10»  Invitation  to  the  house  of  God,  S.  M. 

1  COME  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

O  thou  afflicted,  come ; 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there  ;— 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love ; 
Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 


296  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 

Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

M.M.*  Turning  aside  from  the  world  to  God.  L.  M.  61. 

Luke  xiv.  21. 

1  FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear. 
Saviour,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain. 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tossed : 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 

Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

■W  Humble  adoration  and  praise.  S.  M 

1  ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame. 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  r  express 
Thine  unassembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

13*  God  present  in  his  house.     Gen.  xxviii.  16,  17.         L.  M 

1  LO,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore  ! 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face. 


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2  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing: 
To  him,  enthroned  ahove  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts  !  O  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

!•■*•  Sincerity  and  hypocrisy.     John  iv.  24.  C.  M 

1  GOD  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

lO«  True  worship  everywhere  accepted.  L.  At 

1  O  THOU,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  psalmists'  sacred  harp  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime, 

And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue  ! 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 

The  favored  worshipper  may  dwell, 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat  weary  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 
The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 


298  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  O  thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time. 

The  holy  prophets'  harp  was  strung ! 
To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime, 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung. 

Av»  The  pleasures  of  public  worship.  L.  M. 

1  AWAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace. 
We  see  thy  feet  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  Father  !  my  soul  would  still  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side ; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

17.  Psalm  lxxxiv.  1.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 

Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 

Unvails  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 


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6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Mo»  Exhortation  to  praise  and  thanksgiving.  S.   M. 

1  STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  O  for  the  living  flame 
From  his  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 
And  his  salvation  ours  ; 

Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed. 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

.I«t«  Saints  and  angels  ever  praising  God.  7s. 

1  SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  1 
No !  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 


300  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

/■£"•  The  voice  of  praise.  C.  M. 

1  LIFT  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  ; 
Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthem  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 
Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  whom  salvation  flows, 
Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Jmfk  •  The  divine  goodness  celebrated.  7s. 

1  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored  ; 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy  of  thine  ear, 
Yet  our  hallelujahs  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way ; 
Then  on  high  we  '11  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 


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4  Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 

<5j£,  1  Chron.  xxix.  10—13,  8s  &  7s. 

1  BLEST  be  thou,  O  God  of  Israel, 

Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord  ! 
Blest  thy  majesty  forever  ! 
Ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  are  power  and  greatness, 

Glory,  victory,  are  thine  own ; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honor, 

Power  and  might  to  thee  belong  ; 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord,  to  thee,  thou  God  of  mercy, 
*  Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise ; 

To  thy  name,  forever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise  ! 

33.  Ps-  xcvii.  l,  12.  C.  M. 

1  O  ALL  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God, 

Sing  praises  to  his  name ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  with  one  accord, 
His  wondrous  acts  proclaim. 

2  And  let  his  faithful  servants  tell 

How,  by  redeeming  love, 
Their  souls  are  saved  from  death  and  hell, 
To  share  the  joys  above  ; — 

3  Tell  how  the  Holy  Spirit's  grace 

Forbids  their  feet  to  slide ; 
And,  as  they  run  the  Christian  race, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  their  guide. 

4  O  then,  rejoice,  and  shout  for  joy, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ; 
Be  grateful  praise  your  sweet  employ, 
His  presence  your  reward. 
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302  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

QA  Exhortation  to  praise.  10s  &  lis. 

1  YE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name  ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh — his  presence  we  have ; 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  king. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

25.  Psalm  cxlviii.  H.  M. 

1  TO  your  Creator,  God, 

Your  great  preserver,  raise,  t 

Ye  creatures  of  his  hand, 

Your  highest  notes  of  praise  : 
Let  every  voice  I   His  name  adore. 

Proclaim  his  power,      |    And  loud  rejoice. 

2  Let  every  creature  join 

To  celebrate  his  name, 
And  all  their  various  powers 

Assist  th'  exalted  theme  : 
Let  nature  raise,  I    A  general  song 

From  every  tongue,      |    Of  grateful  praise. 

3  But  O  !  from  human  tongues 

Should  nobler  praises  flow  ; 
And  every  thankful  heart 

With  warm  devotion  glow : 
Your  voices  raise,         I   Above  the  rest ; 
Ye  highly  blest !  |   Declare  his  praise. 

4  Assist  me,  gracious  God  ! 

My  heart,  my  voice  inspire  ; 
Then  shall  1  grateful  join 
The  universal  choir : 
Thy  grace  can  raise      I   And  tune  my  song 
My  heart,  my  tongue,  |   To  lively  praise. 


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SO*  Universal  praise.  7s  &  6s. 

1  PRAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below ; 
Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love. 

And  all  his  greatness  show. 
Praise  him  lor  his  noble  deeds  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power  ; 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds. 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2  Publish,  spread  to  all  around 

The  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Let  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 

The  Prince  of  peace  proclaim. 
Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string : 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art. 
All  the  power  of  music  bring, 

The  music  of  the  heart. 

3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing  ; 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 

And  homage  to  our  King. 
Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven,  on  earth  adored ; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath, 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

5&T,  Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


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4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


lord's  day  morning. 

£$8#  Sabbath  blessings.  7s. 

1  SAFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, — 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  rest. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Wake  our  minds  to  raptures  new ; 
Let  thy  victories  abound, — 

Unrepenting  souls  subdue : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  rest  in  thee  above. 

<$9.  The  Sabbath.  L.  M. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 


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2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows  '. 

3  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains ; 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away; 

How  sweet,  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 


In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end 


30*  The  Lord's  day  welcomed.  S.  M, 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  king  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  God,  my  God,  hath  been. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
Within  the  tents  of  sin. 


My  willing  soul  would  stay, 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


31.  Psalm  cxviii.  24.  H.  M. 

1  WELCOME— delightful  morn. 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 
26* 


306  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Now  may  the  king  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 
Thy  scepter,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word. 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  enjoyed  in  vain. 

32.  The  day  of  holy  rest.  10s. 

1  AGAIN  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest, 

Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest  j 
When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labors  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey  ; 
So  shall  he  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

3  Father  of  heaven,  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide, 
In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our  Friend, 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 

33.  Isaiah,  lvii.  13.  L.  M.  61. 

1  GREAT  God  !  this  sacred  day  of  thine 

Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers  ; 
With  joy  we  now  to  thee  resign 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours : 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

2  Omniscient  God !  thy  piercing  eye 

Can  every  secret  thought  explore  j 
May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more : 
O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 
And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above  ! 


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3  Great  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  ear — and  warm  the  heart ; 
Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine : 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

S4c«  The  grace  of  the  Spirit  implored  in  worship.  C.  M. 

1  SPIRIT  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day, 

To  thee  for  help  we  cry. 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim ; 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

3o*  The  day  of  Christ's  resurrection.  C.  M. 

1  BLEST  morning,  whose  first  opening  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord,  in  vain; 
The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 


308  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
To  our  victorious  King ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

30*  The  day  of  Christ's  resurrection.  C.  M. 

1  AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 

0  what  a  sun,  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain, 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 
By  his  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies ; 
Broken  beneath  his  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  scepter  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn ; 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings, 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 

37.  Mark,  xvi.  9.  H.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 

Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  noblest  songs  demand  ! 
Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

Its  dark  domains  confined: 
Th'  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
And  mid  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 


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3  '  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord !' 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings : 
Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car. 
While  justice,  truth,  and  love, 

Maintain  the  glorious  war ; 
Victorious  thou,  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

5  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart; 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

38,  1  Cor.  xv.  20.  7s. 

1  CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day  : 

He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2  Lo  !  he  rises,  mighty  King  ! 
Where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  1 
Lo  !  he  claims  his  native  sky  ! 
Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  1 

3  Sinners,  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  forever  made: 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise  ; 
Claim  with  him  the  purchased  skies. 

4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our.  triumphant  holy  day : 
Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

39*  Prayer  for  a  blessing  on  the  truth.  C.  M. 

Luke,  viii.  5 — 15. 
1  O  GOD  !  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 
By  whom  the  harvest  blessed ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast, — 


310  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air, 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  thorns  of  worldly  care. 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strown, 

Do  thou  thy  grace  supply ; 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  sown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 


lord's  day   evening. 

40  e  Evening  worship.  7s. 

1  SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad; 
'T  is  the  holy  peace  of  God, — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  his  people  rest  from  sin. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

41»  For  the  opening  of  evening  service.  C.  M. 

1  GOD  of  the  sun-light  hours,  how  sad 

Would  evening  shadows  be, 

Or  night,  in  deeper  sable  clad, — 

If  aught  were  dark  to  thee ! 

2  How  mournfully  that  golden  gleam 

Would  touch  the  thoughtful  heart, 
If,  with  its  soft,  retiring  beam, 
We  saw  thy  love  depart. 

3  But  though  the  gathering  gloom  may  hide 

Those  gentle  rays  awhile, 
Yet  they  who  in  thy  house  abide, 
Shall  ever  share  thy  smile. 


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4  Then  let  creation's  volume  close, 
Though  every  page  be  bright; 
On  thine,  still  open,  we  repose 
With  more  intense  delight. 

4LS«  Thankfulness  and  confession.  7s. 

1  FOR  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth  and  King  of  heaven. 

2  Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin: 
But  thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive ; 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

3  While  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead ; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

4  Let  these  earthly  sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above ; 
While  their  steps  thy  children  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 

4L3»  For  the  evening  of  the  Lord's  Day.  CM. 

1  FREaUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ; 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  ; — 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air. 

With  heavenly  luster  shine, 

Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine ; — 


312  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Where  we,  in  high  seraphic  strains, 
Shall  all  our  powers  employ ; 
Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 
And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 

44:*        The  heavenly  Sabbath  anticipated.     Heb.  iv.  9.  L.  M. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there 's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 

To  that  our  weary  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, — 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long  expected  day  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 


THE   SCRIPTURES. 

-4«5 •  The  divine  authority  of  the  Bible.  L.  M. 

1  'T  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 

And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 
This  is  thy  word— and  must  endure. 


THE    SCRIPTURES.  313 

J.©,  The  gospel  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
'T  is  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name  ; 
'T  is  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus,  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays. 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls; 
It  brings  a  better  world  to  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  mine  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage ! 

4-7 •  The  sufficiency  of  the  holy  scriptures.  C.  M. 

1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies, 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 
O  27 


314  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
'  Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

48*  The  excellency  of  the  holy  scriptures.  C.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word. 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


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40.  The  light  and  glory  of  the  word.  C.  M. 

1  A  GLORY  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 
They  rise  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view. 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

50,  Psalm  cxix.  105.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

5\*  The  riches  of  God's  word.  C.  M. 

1  LET  avarice,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Her  favorite  god  pursue  ; 
Thy  word,  O  Lord,  we  value  more 
Than  India  or  Peru. 

2  Here  mines  of  knowledge,  love,  and  joy. 

Are  opened  to  our  sight ; 

The  purest  gold  without  alloy, 

And  gems  divinely  bright. 


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3  The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 

These  sacred  leaves  unfold; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

4  Here  light,  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

5  Our  numerous  griefs  are  here  redressed, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied  ; 
Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

6  For  these  inestimable  gains, 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find  ! 

QQ,  The  power  of  the  gospel.  L.  M. 

1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind ; 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  raised  and  clothed  afresh. 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me,  doth  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


GOD. 

HIS   BEING  AND   PERFECTIONS. 
»>£{♦  G°d  seen  in  his  ivorks.  L.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  God— all  nature  speaks, 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies  5 
See — from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 


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2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God ; — 

And  bow  before  him — and  adore. 

#  Incomprehensibleness  of  God.  L.  M. 

WHAT  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil, 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind  1 
Or  who  th'  almighty  Three  in  One, 

By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 

Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs ; 
The  laboring  thought  sinks  down  oppressed, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 

A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing ; 
And  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

,  Job,  xi.  7.  L.  M 

1  GREAT  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Attempts  to  look  thy  nature  through ; 
Our  laboring  powers  with  reverence  own 
Thy  glories  never  can  be  known. 

2  Not  the  high  seraph's  mighty  thought, 
Who  countless  years  his  God  has  sought, 
Such  wondrous  height  or  depth  can  find, 
Or  fully  trace  thy  boundless  mind. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  kindness  deigns  to  show 
Enough  for  mortal  minds  to  know ; 
While  wisdom,  goodness,  power  divine, 
Through  all  thy  works  and  conduct  shine. 

4  O  may  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
Thy  works  of  nature  and  of  grace ; 
Explore  thy  sacred  name,  and  still 
Press  on  to  know  and  do  thy  will ! 

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•>6,  Incomprehensibleness  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find 
Th'  eternal  uncreated  mind  ? 

Or  can  the  largest  stretch  of  thought 
Measure  and  search  his  nature  out  ? 

2  'T  is  high  as  heaven,  't  is  deep  as  hell ; 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

3  God  is  a  King  of  power  unknown  ; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne ; 
If  he  resolve,  who  dare  oppose, 

Or  ask  him  why  or  what  he  does? 

4  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon; 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
The  pillars  of  heaven's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

5  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  :     > 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand? 

57.  The  divine  perfections.  H.  M 

1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns : 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes, 

Are  light  and  majesty. 
His  glories  shine  No  mortal  eye 

With  beams  so  bright,    |      Can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
And  where  his  love  His  truth  confirms 

Resolves  to  bless.  And  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 

Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs. 
Strong  is  his  arm.  His  great  decrees, 

And  shall  fulfill  His  sovereign  will. 


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4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father,  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  Join  all  my  powers, 

I  love  his  word  ;  And  praise  the  Lord. 

tJS«>  God  our  source  and  end.  L.  M. 

1  THOU,  Lord,  of  all  the  parent  art, 

Of  all  things  thou  alone  the  end : 
On  thee  still  fix  our  wavering  heart ; 
To  thee  let  all  our  actions  tend. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  art  light ;  thy  native  ray 

No  change,  nor  shadow  ever  knows ; 
To  our  dark  souls  thy  light  display. 
The  glory  of  thy  face  disclose. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  art  love ;  the  fountain  thou 

Whence  mercy  unexhausted  flows  ; 
On  barren  hearts,  O  shed  it  now, 
And  make  the  desert  bear  the  rose  ! 

4  So  shall  our  every  power  to  thee 

In  love  and  holy  service  rise  ; 
And  body,  soul,  and  spirit  be 
Thy  ever-living  sacrifice. 

v50.  Jehovah  supreme.  L.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  God— almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  sea,  and  worlds  unknown ; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all,  within  itself,  possessed ; 
Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands ; 
Thou,  from  thyself  alone,  art  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone,  ourselves  we  owe, 

To  thee  alone,  our  homage  pay  ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claim,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Spread  thy  great  name  through  every  land, 

All  idol-deities  dethrone ; 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  command, 
And  reiam.  as  thou  art — God  alone. 


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00.  God's  eternity.  C.  M. 

1  GREAT  God !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears — 
Great  God !  there 's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares ; 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

01.  Gods  immutability.     Ps.  cii.   25 — 28.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  Former  of  this  various  frame. 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name, 
And  bow  and  tremble  while  they  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Before  thine  infinite  survey, 
Creation  rose  as  yesterday  ; 
And,  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  the  highest  angel's  sight, 
Thou  dwellest  in  eternal  light, 
Which  shines  with  undiminished  ray, 
While  suns  and  systems  waste  away. 

4  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun ; 
And  while  to  lengthened  years  we  trust, 
Before  the  moth  we  sink  to  dust. 


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5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies : — 


Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see  ; 
"While  grace  secures  us  an  abode 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

6tJ»  Almighty  power  and  ?najesty  of  God.  CM. 

1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks, — and,  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine  , 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

G3  •  The  wisdom  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  tongue — thy  tribute  bring 
To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine : 

How  vast  his  knowledge  !  how  profound  ! 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned  ! 


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3  The  stars  he  numbers — and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames : 
Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold. 

4  But  in  redemption,  Oh,  what  grace ! 

Its  wonders,  Oh,  what  thought  can  trace  ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright — 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

04:»  A  song  to  creating  Wisdom.  C.  M, 

1  ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise ! 

Thee  the  creation  sings ! 
With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  die. 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round. 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad ; 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder  God. 

5  Bat  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

OO*  (rod  omnipresent.  C.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 

Pervades  my  inmost  powers  ; 
With  awe  profound  my  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate,  and  adores. 

2  To  be  encompassed  round  with  God, 

The  holy  and  the  just; 
Armed  with  omnipotence  to  save, 
Or  crumble  me  to  dust ; — 


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3  Oh,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought ! 

Deep  may  it  be  impressed ; 

And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 

This  truth  within  my  breast. 

4  By  thee  observed,  by  thee  sustained, 

Should  earth  or  hell  oppose, 
I  press  with  dauntless  courage  on, 
To  meet  the  proudest  foes. 

5  Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 

The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread ; 
And  thou  wilt  bind  th'  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 

06.  Ps.  cxxxix.  7—12.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all; 

His  station  who  can  find  1 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud. 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  smiles,  we  live ;  he  frowns,  we  die ; 

We  hang  upon  his  word ; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

4  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform ; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease. 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

67.  Ps.  cxxxix.  7—10.  C.  M.    61. 

1  BEYOND,  beyond  the  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Further  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high : 
Yet.  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 

That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh  :— 


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2  Art  nigh,  and  yet  my  laboring  mind 

Feels  after  thee  in  vain, 
Thee  in  these  works  of  power  to  find, 

Or  to  thy  seat  attain  : 
Thy  messenger,  the  stormy  wind ; 

Thy  path,  the  trackless  main. 

3  These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim  ; 

They  thunder  forth  thy  praise, — 
The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 

The  wonders  of  thy  ways : 
But  thou  art  not  in  tempest-flame, 

Nor  in  the  noon-day  blaze. 

4  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air  : 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there : 
Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul, 

Who  yet  is  every  where  ? 

5  Oh,  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight, 

There  does  his  Spirit  rest : 
O  come,  thou  Presence  infinite  ! 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 

68«  God  omnipresent.  C.  M. 

1  JEHOVAH.  God !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee  ! 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  journey  lead, 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon — till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  we  see ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 


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5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 
On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 
In  every  age — in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

09*  God's  omnipresence  a  source  of  joy.  L.  M. 

1  THIS  world,  O  God,  like  that  above, 
Is  bright  to  those  who  know  thy  love  ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  with  thee ; 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 

But  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy  to  go,  or  stay. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call. 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

70.  Holiness  of  God.  C.  Ml 

1  HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King : 
Thrice  holy  Lord  !  the  angels  cry ; 
Thrice  holy  !  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God !  preserve  our  souls 

From  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

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#1.  Greatness  and  condescension  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  Power— almighty  God! 

Who  can  approach  thy  throne  1 
Unfading  light  is  thine  abode, 
To  mortal  man  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 

To  cast  a  look  below  ? 
To  this  vile  world  thy  notice  bend — 
These  seats  of  sin  and  wo  ? 

4  How  strange  !  how  wondrous  is  thy  love, 

With  trembling  we  adore  : 
Not  all  th'  exalted  minds  above 
Its  wonders  can  explore. 

5  While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 
To  rise  and  swell  thy  praise. 

72.  Ps.  cxiiii.  5,  6.  L.  M. 

1  UP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  God,  that  must  stoop  to  view  the  skies, 
And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footsteps  downward  too. 

3  He  overrules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs ; 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

4  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bosom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 


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5  Oh.  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heaven  our  songs  should  rise, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

73.  Jsa.  Ixvi.  2.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies, 

To  visit  earthly  things, 
With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  towers  of  haughty  kings. 

2  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll, 

Far  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  visit  every  humble  soul, 
With  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

3  Why  should  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

Disdain  so  lofty  kings  ? 
And  why  bestow  such  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things  ? 

4  Mortals,  be  dumb  ; — what  creature  dares 

Dispute  his  awful  will? 

Ask  no  account  of  his  affairs, 

But  tremble  and  be  still. 

74.  Isa.  lvii.  15,  16.  L.  M. 

1  THUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One,— 
'  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne ; 

My  name  is  God.  I  dwell  on  high, 
And  fill  my  own  eternity. 

2  c  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  ; 
And  never  from  the  contrite  heart, 
And  humble  soul  will  I  depart. 

3  c  The  broken  spirit  I  revive  ; 

I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find. 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind.' 

4  O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chastening  love. 


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75.  God's  love.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 

And  raise  your  thoughts  above : 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  '  God  is  love.' 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 
Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears, 
To  show  that  '  God  is  love.' 

3  Behold  his  patience,  bearing  long 

With  those  who  from  him  rove  ; 
Till  mighty  grace  their  hearts  subdues, 
To  teach  them — '  God  is  love.' 

4  O  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim  that  '  God  is  love.' 

76.  1  John,  iv.  8.  C.  M 

1  AMID  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 

My  God,  thy  love  appears, 
With  the  soft  radiance  of  the  moon 
Among  a  thousand  stars. 

2  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 

Thunders  thy  dreadful  name; 
But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

3  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 

Thy  counsels  and  designs — 
In  every  work  thy  hands  have  framed, 
Thy  love  supremely  shines. 

4  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 

Through  earth  and  heaven  above, — 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 

77.  Nahum,  i.  7.  C.  M. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 


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2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
'T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'T  is  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thine  almighty  love, 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above, 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

7 8«  God's  fidelity  to  his  promises.     Heb.  x.  23.  H.  M. 

1  THE  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke  ; 
Nor  will  th'  eternal  King 

His  words  of  grace  revoke ; 
They  stand  secure     I    Not  Zion's  hill 
And  steadfast  still ;    |    Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away 

When  once  the  Judge  appears, 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 

That  measure  mortal  years  ; 
But  still  the  same,  The  promise  shines 

In  radiant  lines  |    Through  all  the  flame. 

3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 

Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground 

And  dissipate  the  spheres ; 
Midst  all  the  shock    I    1  stand  serene, 
Of  that  dread  scene,  |    Thy  word  my  rock. 


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HIS    WORKS    OF    CREATION   AND   PROVIDENCE. 
79*  The  glory  of  God  in  creation.  C.  M. 

1  THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  ail  his  works  appears : 
His  goodness  in  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 

By  him  in  wisdom  planned : 
'T  was  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 

3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye ; 

Thither  his  path  pursue : 
His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wondering  view. 

4  How  excellent,  O  Lord,  thy  name, 

In  all  creation's  lines  ! 
Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines. 

5  These  lower  works  that  swell  thy  praise, 

High  as  man's  thought  can  tower, 
Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, 
The  hiding  of  thy  power. 

80  •  The  beneficence  of  providence.  CM. 

1  GOD,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace. 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens ;  the  mountains  stand 

A  highway  for  our  God  ; 
He  walks  amid  the  desert  land  ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  Jehovah's  voice 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

4  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 

Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 
In  every  breeze  his  Spirit  blows, — 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 


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5  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 

Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 
That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits,  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

6  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound ; 
How  beautiful,  beyond  compare 
Will  Paradise  be  found  V 


§1,  Creation  and  providence.  CM. 

1  LORD,  when  our  raptured  thought  surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear  ; 
And,  O,  let  man  thy  praise  record, 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care  ! 

4  From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew ; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains  ; 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 
His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

5  Yet  nobler  favors  claim  his  praise, — 

Of  reason's  light  possessed ; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays, 
Still  more  divinely  blessed. 

6  Thy  providence,  his  constant  guard, 

When  threatening  woes  impend, 
Will  each  impending  danger  ward, 
Or  timely  succor  lend. 

7  On  us  that  providence  has  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays : 
O  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise  ! 


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85$.  God  the  thunder er.  C.  M 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts, 

And  thou,  O  earth,  adore ; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 

There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  nostrils  breathe  out  fiery  streams  ; 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  sovereign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  send  his  wrath  abroad  ! 


&&•  The  universal  providence  of  God.  C.  P.  M. 

1  THY  hand,  O  God,  which  rolls  the  spheres, 
And  storm,  and  fire,  and  hail  prepares, 

And  guides  this  vast  machine ; — 
Thy  powerful  hand  our  life  sustains, 
And  scatters  all  the  joys  and  pains 

That  fill  this  checkered  scene. 

2  Thy  piercing  eye  at  once  surveys 
Where  thousand  suns  and  systems  blaze, 

And  where  the  sparrow  falls  : 
While  seraphs  tune  their  harps  on  high, 
Thine  ear  attends  the  softest  cry, 

When  human  misery  calls. 

3  Eternal  God  !  who  shall  not  fear, 
And  trust,  and  love  with  soul  sincere, 

Thine  awful,  glorious  name  ? 
While  man,  thy  creature,  swift  decays, 
Time  has  no  measure  for  thy  days — 

Thou  ever  art  the  same. 


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84:»  God's  goodness  to  the  children  of  men.  L.  M. 

Psalm  cvii.  31. 

1  YE   sons  of  Men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound, 
Through  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing  earth,  in  verdant  robes  arrayed, 

Its  herbs  and  flowers,  its  fruits  and  shade ; 

Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 

Of  flesh,  and  fowl,  and  beasts,  and  worms. 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  maker  reigns ; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5  But  Oh !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love ! 
God's  only  Son.  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

6  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar, 
There  in  the  land  of  praise  adore; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

§5.  The  seasons  crowned  with  goodness.  L.  M. 

Psalm  lxv.  11. 

1  ETERNAL  source  of  every  joy! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 

Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole  ! 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 


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4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coast  redundant  stores ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days. 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid 

With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  1hy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

c5o«  God's  goodness  celebrated.  L.  M. 

1  TRIUMPHANT  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
Through  all  the  wide  celestial  plains ; 

And  its  full  streams  unceasing  flow 
Down  to  th'  abodes  of  men  below. 

2  Through  nature's  works  its  glories  shine  ; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine  ; 

And  grace  erects  our  ruined  frame 
A  fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

3  O  give  to  every  human  heart 

To  taste,  and  feel  how  good  thou  art; 
With  grateful  love  and  reverent  fear, 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

8#  •  Life  reviewed  with  gratitude.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 


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4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
JNor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I  '11  raise  : 

But  oh  !  eternity 's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 

88.  The  Same.  C,  M 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 

Kind  guardian  of  my  days, 
Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise.' 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name. 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought 

From  thy  exhaustless  store  : 
But  ah  !  in  vain  my  laboring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

4  While  sweet  reflection,  through  my  days. 

Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace  ; 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  thy  praise, 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

5  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favors  more  divine ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

6  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  every  weakness  dies, 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 


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7  Then  shall  my  joyful  powers  unite. 
In  more  exalted  lays, 
And  join  the  happy  sons  of  light 
In  everlasting  praise. 

SO*  Protection  by  land  or  sea.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths. 

Thy  goodness  we  '11  adore ; 
We  '11  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

OO  •  God's  mercies  innumerable.  L.  M. 

Psalms  cxxxix.  17,  18. 

1  THIS  curious  frame,  these  noble  powers, 

To  thy  creating  hand  I  owe  : 
Thy  providence  preserves  me  safe, 
And  crowns  my  every  wish  below. 

2  Oft  in  the  visions  of  the  night, 

My  thoughts  still  on  thy  mercies  rove ; 
And  every  midnight  wakeful  hour, 
I  trace  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 


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3  The  various  and  exhaustless  theme 

Each  rising  morn  my  soul  pursues, 
In  fervent  prayer  ascends  to  thee. 
And  still  her  grateful  song  renews. 

4  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  through  endless  years, 

Shall  still  my  raptured  powers  employ ; 
Yet  endless  years  will  still  but  swell 
My  wonder,  gratitude,  and  joy. 

01*  Deliverance  celebrated.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  source  of  life,  our  souls  confess 
The  various  riches  of  thy  grace  ; 
Crowned  with  thy  mercy,  we  rejoice, 
And  in  thy  praise  exalt  our  voice. 

2  By  thee  heaven's  shining  arch  was  spread ; 
By  thee  were  earth's  foundations  laid ; 
And  all  the  charms  of  men's  abode 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  gracious  God. 

3  Thy  tender  hand  restores  our  breath, 
When  trembling  on  the  verge  of  death  ; 
Gently  it  wipes  away  our  tears, 

And  lengthens  life  to  future  years. 

4  These  lives  are  sacred  to  the  Lord : 
Kindled  by  him,  by  him  restored ; 
And  while  our  hours  renew  their  race, 
Still  would  we  walk  before  his  face. 

5  So  when  by  him  our  souls  are  led 
Through  unknown  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  joy  triumphant  shall  they  move 
To  seats  of  nobler  life  above. 

9£»  Praise  for  temporal  blessings.  7*. 

1  PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy ! 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  : — 

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3  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores : — 

4  Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise: 
And  when  every  blessing 's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

€r«f  •  God  ovr  Creator  and  Benefactor.  S.  M. 

1  MY  Maker  and  my  King  ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe  ; 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 

On  thee  alone  I  live  ; 
My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

3  Lord,  what  can  I  impart, 

When  all  is  thine  before  ? 
Thy  love  demands  a  thankful  heart ; 
The  gift,  alas,  how  poor  I 

4  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  ? 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 
Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

04 •  The  wisdom  and  goodness  of  providence.  C.  M. 

1  SINCE  all  the  coming  scenes  of  time, 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
O  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
And  regulate  our  ways  1 

2  Since  none  can  doubt  his  equal  love, 

Immeasurably  kind, 
To  his  unerring  gracious  will, 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies ; 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 


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95.  The  allotments  of  life  divine.  S.  M. 

1  AS  changing  as  the  moon 

Is  man's  estate  below ; 
To  his  bright  day  of  gladness  soon 
Succeeds  a  night  of  wo. 

2  The  night  of  wo  resigns 

Its  darkness  and  its  grief; 
Again  the  morn  of  comfort  shines. 
And  brings  our  souls  relief. 

3  Yet  not  to  fickle  chance 

Is  man's  condition  given  ; 
His  dark  and  shining  hours  advance 
By  the  fixed  laws  of  heaven. 

4  God  measures  unto  all 

Their  lot  of  good  or  ill ; 
Nor  this  too  great,  nor  that  too  small, 
Ordained  by  wisest  will. 

5  Let  man  conform  his  mind 

To  every  changing  state ; 
Rejoicing  now,  and  now  resigned, 
And  the  great  issue  wait. 

06.  The  folly  of  self-dependence.  C.  M. 

1  THE  swift  not  always  in  the  race 

Shall  seize  the  crowning  prize ; 
Not  always  wealth  and  honor  grace 
The  labor  of  the  wise. 

2  Go,  husbandman,  the  soil  prepare, 

Cast  in  the  precious  grain : 
To  thee  belongs  the  sun.  and  air? 
Dost  thou  command  the  rain  ? 

3  Ye  crafty,  scheme  your  winding  way, 

God  shall  confound  your  skill : 
Know,  time  and  accident  obey 
His  all-directing  will. 

4. Fond  mortals  but  themselves  beguile, 
When  on  themselves  they  rest; 
Blind  is  their  wisdom,  weak  their  toil, 
By  thee,  O  Lord,  unblest. 


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5  Evil  and  good  before  thee  stand, 

Thy  mission  to  perform  ; 
The  blessing  comes  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  the  storm. 

6  O  Lord,  in  all  our  ways  we  '11  own 

Thy  providential  power, 
In  trusting  to  thy  care  alone 
The  lot  of  every  hour. 

*J4»  The  mystery  of  providence.  CM 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  j 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

"cS  The  divine  sovereignty.  C.  M 

1  KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod : 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 


GOD.  341 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chained  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  scepters  and  a  crown  ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 

Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb  ! 

99.  Rom.  ix.  21—24.  L.  M. 

1  MAY  not  the  sovereign  Lord  on  high 
Dispense  his  favors  as  he  will, 
Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  just  and  gracious  still  ? 

2  What  if  he  means  to  show  his  grace 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  some  of  mortal  race,         ^ 
And  form  them  fit  for  heavenly  joys  ? 
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342  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjust, 
The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust? 

4  But,  O  my  soul,  if  truth  so  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight, 
Yet  still  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 

1.00*       Joy  in.  the  government  of  God.      Rev.  xix.  C.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  is  King!  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring : 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 

2  The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  1 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways : 

Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

3  The  Lord  is  King !  exalt  your  strains, 
Ye  saints,  your  God,  your  Father,  reigns  $ 
One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures : 

He  reigns, — and  life  and  death  are  yours. 

4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 


JESUS   CHRIST. 

HIS    DIVINE    AND   HUMAN    NATURE. 

101  •  The  deity  and  humanity  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

John,  i.  1,3,  14. 

1  ERE  the  blue  heaven3  were  stretched  abroad, 

From  everlasting  was  the  Word  ; 
With  God  he  was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made  • 

By  him  supported  all  things  stand ; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 


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3  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms. 

The  Word  descends,  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 

Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace ! 

When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone ! 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

1 0*2.  God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father.  L.  M. 

1  BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  feet : 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  seat 

2  A  thousand  seraphs  strong  and  bright 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 

But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light, 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

3  Yet  there  is  One  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  wTith  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams : 

Their  essence  is  forever  one. 
Though  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King 

With  equal  honors  be  adored  ; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord. 

103.  Christ  the  wisdom  of  God.  S.  M. 

Prov.  viii.  1,  22—30. 
1  SHALL  wisdom  cry  aloud, 

And  not  her  speech  be  heard? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word, — 
Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 


344  PUBLIC    WORSHIP, 

2  '  I  was  his  chief  delight. 

His  everlasting  Son — 
Before  the  first  of  all  his  works, 
Creation,  was  begun. 

3  '  When  he  adorned  the  slues, 

And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise, 
And  marshal  every  star. 

4  '  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanced  well : 

With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion,  where 

The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

5  c  My  busy  thoughts  at  first 

On  their  salvation  ran, 
Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 
Was  fashioned  to  a  man.' 

6  Then  come,  receive  his  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wise  : 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  his  ways ; 
The  man  that  shuns  them  dies. 

104.  Incarnation  and  birth.     John,  i.  14.  CM. 

1  AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made — 
O  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed  ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies ; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 
That  worthless  man  mio*ht  rise. 


jesus  ciirist.  345 

5  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day; 
With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

6  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due ! 

With  wonder  we  adore ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

105.  Luke,  ii.  14.  C.  M 

1  MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
'  Good-will  and  peace'  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  angel  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, — 

'  Glory  to  God  on  high  T 
Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ; 
Jesus  was  born  to  die !' 

7  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life,  should  fail, 
•  Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 
P* 


346  PUBLIC    WORSHIP 

106.  The  nativity.      Luke  ii.  8— 15.  CM. 

1  WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night. 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  '  Fear  not'  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind ; 
'  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  '  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line. 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : — 

4  :The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find. 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands. 
And  in  a  manger  laid.' 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God.  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : — 

6  •'  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high ; 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease.' 

107.  The  song  of  the  angels  at  Bethlehem.  8s  &  7s 

1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : — 
'  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  l  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven. 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  347 

4  '  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ! 

5  '  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high !' 

108,  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill ; 

When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  through  the  night 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light : — 

2  Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  angels  came ; 

And  while  they  struck  their  harps  and  sung, 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung : — 

4  '  O  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long  expected  hour  is  nigh; 
Renewed,  creation  smiles  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign.' 

100.  Star  of  the  East.  lis  &  10s. 

1  BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining; 

Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 


348  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold,  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, — 
Dearer  to  God,  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

UOi  Good  tidings  of  great  joy  to  all  people.        8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you, — break  your  chains ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  349 


HIS   MINISTRY     AND 


111,  The  teaching  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unvailing  an  immortal  day. 

3  '  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home  ; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest :' 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust; 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay : 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

11*1,  The  example  of  Christ.  L.  M 

1  MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord  ! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

113.  The  same.  C.  M, 

1  BEHOLD  !  where,  in  a  mortal  form. 
Appears  each  grace  divine  : 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 
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350  riTBLIC   WORSHIP. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light. 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

He,  meek  and  patient,  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, — 
'  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !' 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps. — 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

H4»  Christ  our  example  in  suffering-  7s.  61. 

1  GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall  ; 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 
O  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 
God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
'  It  is  finished,' — hear  him  cry ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom, 
— Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  ; — he  meets  our  eyes ; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  351 

11*>.  His  resignation.  8s  &  G.  P. 

1  BEYOND  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 

To  sad  Gethsemane ; 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men  ; 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
'  My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  V 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
'  Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son  ; 
And.  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done.' 

4  The  Father  heard  ;  and  angels,  there, 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain — 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  '11  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 


HIS     MIRACLES    AND     BENEFICENCE. 

116*       Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  resurrection  of  L.  M. 

Christ. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ; 

The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 


352  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  He  dies ;  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood ; 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God: 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ! 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

117.  The  beneficence  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  he  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  his  face, — for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

3  With  bounding  steps,  the  halt  and  lame, 
To  hail  their  great  deliverer  came ; 
O'er  the  cold  grave  he  bowed  his  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

4  Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  his  inspiring  presence  smiled ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

5  Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus  triumphed  we  would  tread ; 
To  all,  with  willing  hands,  dispense 
The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 

118*  Christ  speaking  peace.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  power  divine,  in  mortal  form, 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said, — 

'  Lo !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid.' 

2  Blessed  be  the  voice  that  breathes  from  heaven. 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 

When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled, — 
'  Lo !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid.' 


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3  And  when  the  last  dread  hour  is  come, 
While  shuddering  nature  waits  her  doom. 
This  voice  shall  call  the  pious  dead, — 
'  Lo  !  it  is  I :  be  not  afraid.' 


HIS     SUFFERINGS     AND     DEATH. 

110*  Jestis  hastening  to  suffer.     Mark,  x.  32.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 

Was  kindled  in  his  breast, 
When  hasting  to  Jerusalem 
He  marched  before  the  rest ! 

2  Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  every  thought  engross  ; 
He  longs  to  be  baptized  with  blood, 
He  pants  to  reach  the  cross. 

3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew ; 
'T  was  love  that  urged  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can ; 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 
Salvation  to  the  dying  man, 
And  to  the  rising  God ! 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies. 

ISO*  Repentance  in  view  of  the  cross.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood, 
Methought  once  fixed  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
30* 


354  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

3  Alas,  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live.' 

5  Thus  while  his  death,  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too  ! 

131*        Glorying  in  the  Cross  of  Christ.     Gal.  vi.  14.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  1 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

\?3/3»  Sorrow  in  view  of  Christ's  sufferings.  C.  M. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 


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3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 
When  Christ,  the  Lord  of  glory,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ;  . 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

121$  •  Gratitude  in  view  of  Christ's  sufferings.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
Amid  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Sweet  hope  revives  my  drooping  heart, 
And  bids  intruding  fears  depart. 

2  The  Lord  of  life,  the  Saviour,  dies 
For  mortal  crimes  a  sacrifice  : 
What  love,  what  mercy,  how  divine  ! 
Jesus,  and  can  I  call  thee  mine  ? 

3  Be  all  my  heart,  and  all  my  days 
Devoted  to  my  Saviour's  praise  : 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 
How  much  I  owe — how  much  I  love. 

124.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  JESUS, — and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky. 
To  bear  our  griefs  and  woes  1 
And  didst  thou  bleed  and  groan  and  die, 


For  thy  rebellious  foes 


2  Well  might  the  heavens  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  thine ! 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine  ! 

3  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bend 

To  thy  divine  control? 
Descend,  O  sovereign  love,  descend, 
And  melt  that  stubborn  soul. 


356  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  O  may  our  willing  hearts  confess 
Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway ; 
Glad  captives  of  thy  matchless  grace, 
Thy  righteous  rule  obey. 

120.  Praise  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ; 

0  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  For  us  he  left  his  throne  on  high. 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss. 
And  came  on  earth  to  bleed  and  die — 
"Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, — 
1  The  Saviour  died  for  me.' 

4  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

M/9G  •  Christ  dying  for  man.  8.  M. 

1  LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray. 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour. 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid. 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head, 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed 
To  recompense  his  pain. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  357 

5  ( I  '11  give  him,'  saith  the  Lord, 
'  A  portion  with  the  strong ; 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long.' 

1SJ7.  Sinai,    Tabor,  and  Calvary.  7s. 

1  WHEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb  ; 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  W'hen  on  Calvary  I  rest ; 
God  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face. 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

128.  The   Cross  celebrated.  H.  M. 

1  YE  saints  !  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapturous  sound  ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound: 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints!  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross — the  cross  alone — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell: 
Like  lightning  from  his  throne, 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell: 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints !  each  joyful  string. 

3  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise: 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 


358  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


HIS      RESURRECTION,      ASCENSION,      AND 
EXALTATION. 

1*M^#  Christ's  resurrection  announced.  C.  M. 

Matt,  xxviii.  5,  6. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away ; 
And  bow  with  pleasure  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Then  raise  your  eyes,  and  tune  your  songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  conqueror  could  detain. 

3  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head ; 
And  through  unnumbered  years  he  reigns 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  With  joy  like  his  shall  every  saint 

The  empty  tomb  survey  ; 
Then  rise  with  our  ascending  Lord, 
Through  all  the  shining  way. 

130*  Christ  dying,  rising  and  reigning.  L.  M. 

1  HE  dies  ! — the  friend  of  sinners  dies ; 

Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ; 
But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

3  The  Prince  of  life  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how'he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains 


JESUS    CHRIST.  359 

5  Live — live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save ! 
Where  now,  O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  1 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ? 

131.  Mark,  xvi.  3,  4.     Acts,  i.  9.  7s. 

1  ANGEL,  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey: 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour  !  Angel,  raise 
Shouts  of  everlasting  praise  : 
Let  the  world's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Saints  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes, — 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise 

In  long  Triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide  ! 
Mighty  conqueror !  through  them  ride  ; 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  choirs, 
Sing,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Sons  of  men.  in  humbler  strain. 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown.  and  captive  hell ! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  1 

132*   Certainty  of  Christ's  resurrection.     Luke,  xxiv.  34.     S.  M 

1  '  THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;' 

The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey  ; 
WTith  him  shall  rise  the  ransomed  seed 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

2  '  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;' 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives  his  people's  cause  to  pleadf 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 


360  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

3  '  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;' 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 
Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

133,  The  risen  Saviour.  C.  M. 

1  TRIUMPHANT,  Christ  ascends  on  high. 

The  glorious  work  complete ; 
Sin,  death,  and  hell  low  vanquished  lie, 
Beneath  his  awful  feet. 

2  There  with  eternal  glory  crowned, 

The  Lord,  the  conqueror,  reigns  ; 
His  praise  the  heavenly  choirs  resound, 
In  their  immortal  strains. 

3  Amid  the  splendors  of  his  throne, 

Unchanging  love  appears ; 
The  names  he  purchased  for  his  own 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

134:*        The  resurrection  of  Christ.     Luke,  xxiv.  34.  H.  M 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
High  raised  his  conquering  head. 
In  wild  dismay,  I    Fall  to  the  ground. 

The  guards  around    |    And  sink  away. 


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2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,  From  realms  of  day, 

And  wing  their  way    |    To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear : 
Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say, —  I    Hath  left  the  dead, 
'  Jesus,  who  bled.         |    He  rose  to-day.' 

4  Ye  mortals  catch  the  sound, 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry, —       1    Hath  left  the  dead, 
'Jesus,  who  bled,  |    No  more  to  die.' 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  ! 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God. 
With  thee  we  rise,       I    And  empires  gain 
With  thee  we  reign,    |    Beyond  the  skies. 

13e>«  Matt,  xxviii.  6.  7s 

1  MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  : 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Now,  disciples,  dry  your  tears, 
Banish  unbelieving  fears : 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave, 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  : 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away, 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

Q  31 


362  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

130*  Triumph  in  the  resurrection  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  ALL  power  and  grace  to  God  belong  : 
He  is  my  strength,  and  he  my  song : 
He  comes,  my  Saviour,  from  his  throne, 
He  comes  to  bring  salvation  down. 

2  Lo !  rising  from  the  tents  of  men, 
The  voice  of  joy  resounds  again  : 

His  saints  with  him  the  triumph  claim, 
And  shout  salvation  to  his  name. 

3  His  own  right-hand  its  strength  displays, 
In  acts  of  valor  and  of  grace  : 

The  cross,  the  tomb,  the  throne  declare 
How  vast  his  power  and  glory  are. 

4  For  us  he  conquers,  though  he  dies : 
Behold  the  mighty  Saviour  rise  ! 
His  own  right-hand  on  high  displays 
Its  acts  of  valor  and  of  grace ! 

137.  Heb.  xiii.  20,  21.  C.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  peace,  and  God  of  love, 

We  own  thy  power  to  save ! 
That  power  by  which  our  shepherd  rose, 
Victorious  o'er  the  grave. 

2  We  triumph  in  that  shepherd's  name, 

Still  watchful  for  our  good, 
Who  brought  th'  eternal  covenant  down, 
And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 

3  So  may  thy  Spirit  seal  our  souls 

And  mould  them  to  thy  will, 
That  we  no  more  from  thee  may  stray, 
But  keep  thy  covenant  still. 

4  Still  may  we  gain  superior  strength, 

And  press  with  vigor  on, 
Till  full  perfection  crown  our  hopes, 
And  fix  us  near  thy  throne. 

138 •     Christ's  humiliation  and  exaltation.     Rev.  v.  12.       L.  M. 

1  WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 


JESUS    CHRIST.  363 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  peace  that  groaned  and  died. 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign, 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

4  Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 

139*  The  suffering  Saviour  exalted.     Heb.  ii.  9.  C.  M, 

1  THE  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ;  ® 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords, 

Is  his  by  sovereign  right; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; — 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 
Their  name — an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy — the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  him  above; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

6  To  them  the  cross  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  him ; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 


364  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

14:0»  The  suffering  Saviour  exalted.  CM. 

1  HE,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  an  unerring  skill ; 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  his  praise, 

In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 
And  glory  in  his  love. 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun. 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head ; 

To  this  ^Imighty  rock  they  run, 

And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

5  How  glorious  he — how  happy  they, 

In  such  a  glorious  friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

141.»  The  risen  Saviour  worshipped  by  angels.         8s  &  7s. 

1  JESUS  comes,  his  conflict  over, 

_  Comes  to  claim  his  great  reward : 
Angels  round  the  victor  hover, 
Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord. 

2  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 

Now  becomes  the  victor's  seat ; 
Lo,  the  man  on  earth  rejected  ! 
Angels  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  him, — 

'Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !' 
All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  him ; 
All  obey  his  sovereign  word. 

14&.  1  Tim.  iii.  16.  S.  M, 

1  BEYOND  the  starry  skies, 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 
Our  srreat  Redeemer  dwells. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  365 

2  Around  him  angels  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine ; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  '  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !'  they  cry, 

'  Whose  unexampled  love, 
Moved  thee  to  quit  these  glorious  realms 
And  royalties  above.' 

4  And  when  he  stooped  to  earth, 

And  suffered  rude  disdain, 
They  cast  their  honors  at  his  feet, 
And  waited  in  his  train. 

5  They  saw  him  on  the  cross, 

While  darkness  veiled  the  skies, 
And  when  he  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
They  saw  the  conqueror  rise. 

6  They  thronged  his  chariot  wheels, 

And  bore  him  to  his  throne ; 
Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  sung, — 
4  The  glorious  work  is  done.' 

]  4rO  •  The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

Phil.  ii.  8,  9.     Col.  ii.  15. 

1  THE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
That  brightest  monument  of  praise 
That  e'er  the  God  of  love  designed, 
Employs  and  fills  my  laboring  mind. 

2  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song, — 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  : 
When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love  ! 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  vails  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds,  and  groans : 
The  Prince  of  life  resigns  his  breath  ; 
The  King  of  glory  bows  to  death. 

31* 


366  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power!— - 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour ; 
And  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dashed  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

6  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdued, 
And  sin  was  drowned  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
Then  he  arose  ;  he  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

7  Who  shall  fulfill  this  boundless  song  ? 
The  theme  surmounts  an  angel's  tongue ; 
How  low,  how  vain  are  mortal  airs, 
When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  despairs  ! 


EDEEMING     LOVE. 


14:4:»        The  Redeemer's  message.     Luke,  iv.  18,  19.  C.  M. 

1  HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him,  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And,  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  367 

J4^>«  Christ's  commission.  S.  M. 

1  RAISE  your  triumphant  songs, 
To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  Love 
Its  chief  belove*d  chose, 

And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears ; 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardon  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 

Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
We  lay  a  humble  claim 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

146.  The  same.  L.  M 

1  NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen. 
No  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well. 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word  ; 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 


368  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

147.  Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  C.  M. 

1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — O  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

14:8.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour !  O  what  endless  charms, 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Wrapped  in  the  gloom  of  dark  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless  lay ; 
But  sovereign  mercy  reached  us  there, 
And  smiled  despair  away. 

3  Th'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  H«re  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

5  Come,  heavenly  love,  inspire  my  song 

With  thy  immortal  flame, 
And  teach  my  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue, 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  369 

149,  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

On  my  Redeemer's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men : 
Fairer  he  is  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life,  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine  ! 

lt>0.  The  same.  H.  M. 

1  COME,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down. 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  he  endured,  O  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 
Q* 


370  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led : 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode. 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour — God. 

4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love  ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve : 
Our  hearts — our  all  to  thee  we  give  : 
The  gift,  though  small,  wilt,  thou  receive. 

lol.  Praise  to   the  Redeemer.  8s.  &  7s. 

1  SAVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure. 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm  come; 
And,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

!»>*-£•  Loving-kindness.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — 6  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — O  how  great ! 


JESUS    CHRIST.  371 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — O  how  good ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death,      m, 

lc5«$*  The  compassion  of  Christ.     Luke,  xix.  41.  S.  M. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there 's  no  weeping  there. 


HIS    EXCELLENCE    AND     GLORY. 
1«54:»  Glory  and  grace  in  the  person  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue ; 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  thine  hands: 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 


372  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Grace  !  5t  is  a  sweet  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

6  O  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 

J^nd  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

lOO*  Christ  crucified,  the  wisdom  and  power  of  God.      L.  M 

1  NATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad, 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines ; 
Here  on  the  cross,  't  is  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  my  Redeemer  loved,  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  side. 

4  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 

And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

loO*  The  desire  of  all  nations.  CM. 

1  INFINITE  excellence  is  thine. 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  grace  ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  praj-ers  and  songs  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  373 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy ; 
They  find  their  all  in  thee  ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

J»57.  Christ  precious.  CM. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise, — 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King. 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise , — 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

158.  1  Peter,  ii.  7.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 
32 


374  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  'Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

1*19.  Christ  precious.  C.  P.  M. 

1  O  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  1  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 

I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well — the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  eha.ll  see  his  face : 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  375 

100*  Christ's  praises  celebrated.     Isa.  xii.  7s. 

1  I  WILL  praise  thee  every  day, 
Now  thine  anger 's  turned  away ! 
Comfort  now  and  hope  arise 
From  the  bleeding  sacrifice. 

2  Jesus  is  become  at  length. 

My  salvation  and  my  strength  ; 
And  his  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

3  Praise,  ye  then,  his  glorious  name, 
Publish  his  exalted  fame ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praise  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds. 

4  Raise  again  the  joyful  sound, 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  round ! 
Zion,  shout,  for  this  is  he, 

God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  thee. 


OFFICES,     NAMES,    AND    EMBLEMS. 
161.  The  offices  of  Christ.  H.  M. 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  ever  angels  bore : 
All  are  too  mean         I    Too  mean  to  set 
To  speak  his  worth,    |    My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But  Oh,  what  gentle  terms, 

What  condescending  ways, 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use, 

To  teach  his  heavenly  grace ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy  What  forms  of  love 

And  wonder  see  |    He  bears  for  me. 

3  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came ; 
The  joyful  news  I    Of  hell  subdued 

Of  sins  forgiven,         |    And  peace  with  heaven. 


376  ,         PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offered  his  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside. 
His  powerful  blood      I    And  now  it  pleads 
Did  once  atone  ;  |    Before  the  throne. 

5  O  thou  almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqueror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  scepter  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  is  the  power;    I    In  willing  bonds 
Behold*  I  sit  |    Beneath  thy  feet. 

162.  The  offices  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  king, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed, 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

3  Behold !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
Then  he  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

4  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day : 
Come,  Lord  !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

163.  The  same.  CM. 

1  WE  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

That  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  reverence  our  High-Priest  above, 

Who  offered  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  377 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King: 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  saves  by  different  ways  ! 
His  mercies  lay  a  sovereign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

16  JL  Christ  the  mediator.  C.  M. 

1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus,  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood'? 

2  'T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But,  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear ; 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

1.O0*  Christ  our  righteousness.     Isa.  Ixi.  10.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS  !  thy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is,  my  glorious  dress : 
Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  this  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, — 
'  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me.' 

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378  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  lovely  hue  ; 
Its  glory  is  forever  new. 

4  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice : 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice : 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, — 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

100,  Christ  our  high  priest  and  intercessor.  L.  M. 

1  LORD  !  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare 

Look  up  to  thy  divine  abode  1 
Or  offer  their  imperfect  prayer, 
Before  a  just  and  holy  God  ? 

2  Bright  terrors  guard  thine  awful  seat, 

And  dazzling  glories  vail  thy  face  ; 
Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 

Thy  throne  is  still  a  throne  of  grace. 

3  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, — 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  his  hands ! 

4  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone 

Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

5  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord ! 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

167.  Heb.  vii.  25.  L.  M. 

1  HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives : 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face. 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  379 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts : 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

1©§.  Rom.  viii.  33—39.  L.  M. 

1  WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'T  is  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead; 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  sits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  1 

4  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 

He  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 

169.  Exod.  xxviii.  29.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 
To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 


380  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  gdilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
,  And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 

Whom  he  himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e'er  shall  quench 

The  fervor  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here. 
For  us  he  lives  above. 

5  O  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith — 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 

1 70  •  Christ  our  high  priest  and  intercessor.  C.  M. 

1  NOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  High  Priest  above, 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned ; — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears 

Engraven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  a  name  once  treasured  there 
E'er  from  his  care  depart. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  381 

171 .  Sympathy  of  Christ.     Heb.  ii.  17.  CM. 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

ITS.  Heb.  iv.  14—16.  L.  M. 

1  WHERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 

A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 


382  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

173.  Sympathy  of  Christ.     Heb.  iv.  15.  L.  M.  61. 

1  WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain : 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

i  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do : 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When,  mourning,  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend ; 
And  from  his  hand,  his  voice,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while, — 
My  Saviour  marks  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  '  Jesus  wept'  o'er  Lazarus  deacl. 

i  And.  O  !  when  I  have  safely  passed, 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  Lord,  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  dying  bed,  for  thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day. 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

174.  Christ  a  King.  C.  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  blood. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, — 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  383 

170»  Christ's  dominion  over  the  unseen  world.  L.  M. 

Rev.  i.  18. 

1  HAIL  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 

Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died ; 

But  now  he  lives  for  evermore  ; 
Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 
And  all  ye  angel-bands  adore. 

3  Live,  live  forever,  glorious  Lord, 

To  crush  thy  foes,  and  guard  thy  friends ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 

Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life, 

O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  Forever  reign,  victorious  King, 

Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known  ; 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

176.  The  King  of  saints.  CM. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known  ! 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  with  their  voice  to  sing. 

4  O  for  the  day — the  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 


384  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

177.  The  King  of  saints.     Heb.  i.  6.         8s  &  7s.     61. 

1  HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

-  Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

3  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing  ; 

Bring.  O  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away : 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, — 
'  Glory,  glory  to  our  King.' 

178.  Rejoicing  in  the  reign  of  Christ.     Phil.  iv.  4.  H.  M. 

1  REJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  King— 

Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice  : 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice : 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  385 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ! 

Jesus,  the  judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice — 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice  ! 

179*  Christ  our  sacrifice.  S.  M. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

1  SO  •     The  Lamb  of  God  worshipped  by  all  the  creation.        C.  M. 
Rev.  v.  11,  12,  13. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,'  they  cry, 

:  To  be  exalted  thus  :' 
'  Worthy  the  Lamb,'  our  lips  reply, 
'  For  he  was  slain  for  us.' 
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386  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


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Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift,  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

181.  Rev.  v.  6,  8,  10.  C.   M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Amid  his  Father's  throne : 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name. 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

4  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free. 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  power  ; 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days. 

And  bring  the  promised  hour. 

182.  Rev.  v.  12,  13.  6s&4s. 
1  GLORY  to  God  on  high  ! 

Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, — 

'  Praise  ye  his  name  !' 
Angels  his  love  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
Saints  cry  for  evermore, — 

c  Worthv  the  Lamb.' 


JESUS    CHRIST.  387 

2  Ye,  who  surround  the  throne. 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad. — 

'  Worthy  the  Lamb.' 

3  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
Still  will  we  tribute  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King  ; 
And  through  all  ages  sings — 

'  Worthy  the  Lamb.' 

lo«»»  Christ  our  confidence.  6s  &  4s. 

1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
O  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


388  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

'?!4«  Christ  the  fountain  of  life.  C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. 

Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I.  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  O  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

!§«>•  The  Physician  of  souls.     Jer.  viii.  22.  L.  M. 

1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made; 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid — 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh. 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  physician  near, 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live ; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles,  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give ! 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow! 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  e~sc  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wo. 


jesus  ciirist.  389 

ISO.  Christ  our  shepherd.  C.  M. 

1  TO  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord, 

A  grateful  song  1 :11  raise  ; 

0  let  the  humblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  thine  amazing  love ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed  ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

4  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  ! — led  by  thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear  ; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 

187  •  Christ  the  refuge.  7s. 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
33* 


390  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, — 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found — 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within: 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, — 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

188.  Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages.  7s.  61. 

1  ROCK  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know. 
This  for  sin  could  ne'er  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

189.  Christ  the  ark.     1  Pet.  iii.  20,21.  L.  M. 

1  THE  deluge,  at  th'  Almighty's  call, 
In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell ! 
Swallowed  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 
And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint, 
Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 
Sat  in  his  ark  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steered  him  through. 


JESUS    CHRIST.  391 

3  So  I  may  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall, 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fixed, 
Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 

4  Enter  thine  ark.  while  patience  waits, 
Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat; 

Then  the  wide  flood,  which  buries  earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 

5  Nor  wreck,  nor  ruin,  there  is  seen ; 
There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls ; 

But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne 
Seals  endless  life  to  ail  their  souls.= 

100.  Christ  the  light  of  men.  8s  &  7s 

1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, — 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  meek  benighted  heart. 

4  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 

5  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

lifl.  The  Sun  of  righteousness.  ,7s. 

1  CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 

Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 


392  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Visit,  thou,  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  O  thou  Light  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

192.  The  Star  of  Bethlehem.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, — 
The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; — 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrah, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 

193.  Christ  the  Way,  Truth,  and  Life.  C.  M. 

1  THOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  393 

3  Thou  art  the  life— the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way — the  truth — the  life ; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

104:*  The  influences  of  the  Spirit  experienced.  L.  M. 

John,  xiv.  16, 17. 

1  SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 

'T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires  ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

3  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, — 

{ I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace,' 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 
Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

4  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

].9«),  The  influences  of  the  Spirit  desired.  C.  M. 

1  GREAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift. 

Behold  thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  O  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above. 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven, 
And  bear  with  energy  divine 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 


394  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

106*  The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
Our  wild  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

107.    Regeneration  by  the  Spirit.     John,  i.13,  and  iii.  3.      C.  M. 

1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh ; 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake,  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

198.  Vision  of  the  dry  bones.     Ezek.  xxxvii.  3.  L.M. 

1  LOOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  395 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live  ? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known ; 
The  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But,  if  thy  Spirit  deigns  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend  the  ground, 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

199.  Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit.  H.  M. 

1  O  THOU  that  hearest  prayer  ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father  thou, — 

We — children  of  thy  grace, — 
O  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  ; 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

300.        The  leadings  of  the  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14.  L.  M, 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above : 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide  ! 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


396  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  1o  us  display. 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness, — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,— the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blessed  ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

201*  The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit.  C.  M. 

Romans,  viii.  14,  16.     Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

202*  Sanctifying  influence.  S.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eves. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  397 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free : 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

203.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  AS  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers 
Descend,  and  cheer  the  fainting  flowers, 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 

Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

2  That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

3  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 

304.  The  Spirit  implored.     Ezek.  xxxvi  37.  L.  M. 

1  COME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love, 
Soften  to  flesh  the  rugged  stone, 
And  let  thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

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398  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  O  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Numerous  around  thy  temple-gate. 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

40«>i  The  soul  forsaken  of  God.  C.  M 

1  A  PRESENT  God  is  all  our  strength, 

And  all  our  joy  and  hope ; 
When  he  withdraws,  our  comforts  die, 
And  every  grace  must  droop. 

2  And  what,  my  soul,  can  then  remain 

One  ray  of  light  to  give  ? 
Severed  from  him,  their  better  life, 
How  can  his  children  live  ? 

3  Hence,  all  ye  painted  forms  of  joy, 

And  leave  my  heart  to  mourn  : 
I  would  devote  these  eyes  to  tears, 
Till  cheered  by  his  return. 

4  Look  back,  O  Lord,  and  own  the  place, 

Where  once  thy  temple  stood ; 
For  lo,  its  ruins  bear  the  mark 
Of  rich  atoning  blood. 

300*  The  grieved  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart.  L.  M. 

Psalm  li.  11. 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  ! 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  whoe'er  thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; — 

3  Yet  O !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  O  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


THE    TRINITY.  399 

207.       The  work  of  God  in  the  soul.     Philipp.  ii.  13.  S.  M. 

1  'T  IS  God  the  Spirit  leads, 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Assisted  by  his  grace, 
We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 


THE  TRINITY. 


208.  Adoration  of  the  Trinity.     Eph.  ii.  18.  C.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  glory  !  to  thy  name 

Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease ; 
Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thine  almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given, 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th5  eternal  God ; 
And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join, 

One  general  song  to  raise  ; 
Let  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  combine 
In  harmony  and  praise. 


400  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

209.  The  same.  6s  &  4s. 

1  COME,  thou  almighty  King. 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious. 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

IS  ow  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed — 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word. 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter. 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore; 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

210.  The  same.  P.  M. 

1  SING  hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! 
Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice ; 
Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice  : 


MAN.  401 

Ne'er  cease  to  sing,  ye  ransomed  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light, 

Your  praises  shall  unite. 
There  we  to  all  eternity 

Shall  join  th'  angelic  lays, 
And  sing  in  perfect  harmony 

To  God  our  Saviour's  praise  ; 
He  hath  redeemed  us  hy  his  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God ; 

For  us,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain : 

Praise  ye  the  Lord !  Amen. 


MAN. 

HIS    CHARACTER    AND    WANTS. 
Silt  Man's  inferiority.    Job,  iv.  17 — 21.  L.  M 

1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  he  ? 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne ; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay; 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Power,  to  thee  we  bow ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou ! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

212*  An  unconverted  state.  C.  M 

1  GREAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 
We  own  with  humble  shame, 
How  vile  is  our  degenerate  race, 
And  our  first  father's  name. 
34* 


402  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood ; 

The  poison  reigns  within, 
Makes  us  averse  to  all  that 's  good, 
And  willing  slaves  to  sin. 

3  We  live  estranged  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well ; 
With  haste  we  run  the  dangerous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

4  And  can  such  rebels  be  restored  ? 

Such  natures  made  divine  ? 
Let  sinners  see  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 

5  We  raise  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  sends, 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

913.         An  unconverted  state.     Rom.  v.  12,  20,  21.  C.  M. 

1  BACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we  look 

On  our  original ; 
How  is  our  nature  dashed  and  broke 
In  our  first  father's  fall ! 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averse  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill ; 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obstinate  our  will ! 

3  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 

4  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first ; 
Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  power 
That  new  creates  our  dust ! 

S14:»  The  distemper,  folly,  and  madness  of  sin.  CM. 

1  SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 
The  only  balm  is  sovereign  grace, 
And  the  physician,  God. 


MAN.  403 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madness,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 
.     The  passions  burn  and  rage  : 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind. 

And  solid  good  despise: 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 

;t&Jl«3>.  The  deceitfulness  of  sin.  CM. 

1  SIN  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 

To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 
And,  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things. 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

21.6*   -A.  lovely  youth  falling  short  of  heaven.    Mark,  x.  21.   L.  M. 

1  MUST  all  the  charms  of  nature  then, 

So  hopeless  to  salvation  prove  1 
Can  hell  demand,  can  heaven  condemn, 
The  man  whom  Jesus  deigns  to  love? 

2  The  man  who  sought  the  ways  of  truth, 

Paid  friends  and  neighbors  all  their  due ; 
A  modest,  sober,  lovely  youth, 

Who  thought  he  wanted  nothing  new  ? 

3  But  mark  the  change :  thus  spake  the  Lord, — 

'Come,  part  with  earth  for  heaven  to-day;5 
The  youth,  astonished  at  the  word, 
In  silent  sadness  went  his  way. 


404  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Ah,  foolish  choice  of  treasures  here ! 

Ah,  fatal  love  of  tempting  gold ! 
Must  this  base  world  be  bought  so  dear? 
And  life  and  heaven  so  cheaply  sold  ? 

5  In  vain  the  charms  of  nature  shine, 

If  this  vile  passion  governs  me ; 
Transform  my  soul,  O  love  divine  ! 
And  make  me  part  with  all  for  thee. 

£m.€»  Co?iviction  of  sin  by  the  law.  C.  M. 

Rom  vii.  8,  9,  14,  24. 

1  LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load  ; 

My  sins  revived  again : 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

S18.  Job,  ix.  2—6.  S.  M. 

1  AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 

Be  just  before  his  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise? 


MAN.  405 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ; 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ! 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake  ! 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None — none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

^lOt  Alarm  and  hope.  S.  M. 

1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins ; 

I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah !  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  : 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, — 
'  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come.' 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way  ; 
I  '11  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

^20 o  The  penitent  inquirer.  7s 

1  DEPTH  of  mercy  ! — can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  '? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear. 
And  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 


406  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hear  his  gracious  calls  ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Lord,  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ; 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore  ; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


THE  WAY  OF   SALVATION. 

331  •         Salvation  through  the  Gospel.     Rom.  i.  16.  L.  M 

1  WHAT  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 
That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  wo? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind? 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiven. 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heaven  ? 
Can  souls  all  o'er  defiled  with  sin, 

Make  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh  ; 

'T  is  there  the  power  and  glory  dwell, 
That  save  rebellious  souls  from  hell. 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up  ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word. 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 

333.  The  difficulty  of  conversion.  C.  M. 

1  STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
'T  is  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Belove'd  self  must  be  denied, 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Passion  suppressed,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 


THE    WAY    OF    SALVATION.  407 

3  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm. 
Fulfill  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

;&;£%»•  The  necessity  of  renewing  grace.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies. 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  almighty  Spirit !  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall, 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes ; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours. 

And  give  them  life  divine ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

SS4.  The  new  creation.  C.  M. 

1  ATTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 

Doth  his  own  glories  show ; — 
;  Behold,  I  sit  upon  my  throne. 
Creating  all  things  new. 

2  '  I  '11  be  a  sun  of  righteousness 

To  the  new  heavens  I  make ; 
None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
My  glories  shall  partake.' 

3  Mighty  Redeemer !  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin ; 

O  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee. 

Create  new  powers  within. 


408  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

4  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears. 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh : 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

5  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell; 
In  the  new  world,  that  grace  has  made, 
I  would  forever  dwell. 

t£^2o.  The  atonement  the  only  ground  of  pardon.  C.  M. 

Gal.  ii.  16. 

1  IN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

By  methods  of  our  own : 
Nothing,  O  Saviour  !  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threatenings  of  the  broken  law 

Impress  the  soul  with  dread  : 
Tf  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3  But  thine  illustrious  sacrifice 

Hath  answered  these  demands ; 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Are  offered  by  thy  hands. 

4  '  T  is  by  thy  death  we  live.  O  Lord  ! 

'T  is  on  thy  cross  we  rest : 
Forever  be  thy  love  adored. 
Thy  name  forever  blessed. 

'2*26.  Justification  by  faith.     Rom.  iii.  19—22.  C.  M. 

1  VAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; — 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now  ; 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn. 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 


THE    WAY    OF    SALVATION.  409 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! — 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

227.  Acceptance  through  Christ  alone.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God !  before  thine  awful  bar  ? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice. 

Not  infant  blood  profusely  spilt. 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  Thy  blood,  O  Jesus  !  thine  alone, 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone  : 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea. 
When  we  approach,  great  God !  to  thee. 

5}  3c*.  Pardon  and  sanctificalion  in  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 

Our  sin — how  deep  it  stains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds, 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; — 
'  Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord.' 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

229.  The  sufficiency  of  the  Gospel.  C.  M. 

1  IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
S  35 


410  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Our  God  can  every  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace : 
He  gives  by  covenant,  and  by  oath. 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

3  Come — and  he  '11  cleanse  our  guilty  souls. 

And  wash  away  our  stains 
In  that  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Poured  from  his  dying  veins. 

4  His  Spirit  in  our  hearts  shall  dwell. 

And  deep  engrave  his  law ; 
And  every  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw. 

5  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise ; 

We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

And  he,  our  God  of  grace. 

/etlOt  Christ  our  wisdom  and  righteousness.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  ; 
But,  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  : 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God, 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


THE    WAY    OF    SALVATION.  411 

S?31  .  Salvation  by  grace.  CM 

1  SALVATION  !— oh,  the  joyful  sound! 

'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; — 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

$3£«  Eph.  ii.  5.  S.  M. 

1  GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound ! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

£33.  Titus,  iii.  5—7.  C.  M 

1  LORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul,  forever  praise, 

Forever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 


412  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  'T  is  not  by  works  of  righteousness. 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'T  is  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'T  is  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 

And  justified  by  grace. 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

234.  Salvation  by  grace.     2  Tim.  i.  9,  10.  L.  M. 

1  NOW  to  the  power  of  God  supreme, 

Be  everlasting  honors  given ; 
He  saves  from  hell — we  bless  his  name, — 
He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die : 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known ; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  died ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy ; 
Rising  he  brought  our  heaven  to  light. 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 


THE    WAY    OF    SALVATION.  413 

S«>«5»  The  various  success  of  the  gospel.  CM 

]  Cor.  i.  23.     1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme  ; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak, 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

236.  2  Cor.  ii.  14—16.  H.  M. 

1  PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ! 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breathed  from  every  side  : 
Balmy  and  rich  1    And  fill  the  earth 

The  odors  rise,  |    And  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel,  and  live ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,     I    Jesus,  the  Lord, 
And  rise  and  sing  |    Their  conquering  King. 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh; 

They  turn  their  face  away, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die  : 

So  sad  a  doom,  I    For,  O  !  they  fall 

Ye  saints,  deplore!       j    To  rise  no  more  ! 

35* 


414  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Yet,  wise  and  mighty  God, 
Shall  all  thy  servants  be, 
In  those  who  live  or  die, 
A  savor  sweet  to  thee : 
Supremely  bright  I     Guarded  with  flames 

Thy  grace  shall  shine,  j    Of  wrath  divine. 

/«0«  •  God  glorified  in  the  gospel.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 

Invites  his  children  near; 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gospel's  wondrous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue  ; 
A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines  ; 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  mystery  shines, 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God, 
And  thine  avenging  justice  shows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  But  still  the  luster  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

5»«»CJ»        The  divine  perfections  displayed  in  the  gospel.  C,  M 

1  FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 


THE    WAY    OF    SALVATION.  415 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverend  awe  ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore : 

The  first  archangel  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 

5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

6  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  • 
Sweet  cherubs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

7  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song : 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

sG&iP*  The  blessed?iess  of  gospel  times.  S.  M. 

Isaiah,  Hi.  7—10.    Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

•  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour,  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes. 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 


416  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs. 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour,  and  their  God. 


INVITATIONS    AND   WARNINGS- 
24:0  •  (*od  proclaiming  mercy.  S.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; — 
;  Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names, 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  '  Ye  dying  souls  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress, 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  my  recovering  grace.5 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 
Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 
In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiven  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 

£54:1.      Christ's  invitation  to  sinners.     M att.  xi.  28 — 30.        L.  M. 

1  ;  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls. 

Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come ; 
I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  '  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 

I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 


INVITATIONS   AND    WARNINGS.  417 

3  '  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ! 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light.' 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

£}4rS5.  Weary  souls  invited  to  rest.     Matt.  xi.  28.  L.  M 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

0  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

24:3.  The  invitations  of  Jesus.     Matt.  xi.  28.  7s. 

1  COME  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice. 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  : 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home  : 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come. 


2  Thou,  who  homeless,  and  forlorn, 

Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 
S* 


418  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

3  Ye,  who  tossed  on  beds  of  pain 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn : — 

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ! 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

,34:4:.  Invitation  to  the  mercy  seat.  lis  &  10s. 

1  COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish: 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an- 
guish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 

940«  Peace  and  rest  through  the  Gospel.  L.  M.  6  I. 

1  PEACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes  of  wo ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed ; 

On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 

Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word  ! 
O  hear,  believe,  and  bless,  the  Lord. 

246.  The  same.  7s.  61 

1  YE  who  in  his  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Full  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  419 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  his  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 
See  in  him  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven  : 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

24:7»  Invitations  of  the  Gospel.     Is.  lv.  1,  2.  C.  M. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls. 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind, — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die — 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; — 
Lord — we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

248.  The  gospel  feast.     Luke,  xiv.  22.  CM. 

1  THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
And  dainties  crown  the  board ; 
Not  paradise  with  all  its  joys 
Could  such  deliffht  afford. 


420  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  given, 
And  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come, 
Nor  could  the  wide  assembling  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

<J49.  The  gospel  feast.     Luke,  xiv.  22.  C.  M. 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ^ 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconciled 

Invites  your  souls  to  come ; 

The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcomed  home. 

5  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above, 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  421 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

*350.  The  divine  bounty.     Col.  i.  19.  CM. 

1  LORD,  we  adore  thy  boundless  grace, 

The  heights  and  depths  unknown, 
Of  pardon,  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
In  thy  beloved  Son. 

2  Come,  all  ye  pining,  hungry  poor. 

The  Saviour's  bounty  taste  ; 
Behold  a  never-failing  store 
For  every  willing  guest. 

3  Here  shall  your  numerous  wants  receive 

A  free,  a  full  supply  ; 
He  has  unmeasured  bliss  to  give, 
And  joys  that  never  die. 

4  Lord,  bring  unwilling  souls  to  thee 

With  sweet  resistless  power  ; 
Thy  boundless  grace  let  rebels  see, 
And  at  thy  feet  adore. 

2d!.  John,  vii.  37.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls  !  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound : 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  every  pain — 
Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  ! — 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come;  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey : 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 
36 


422  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts! 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts ; 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

2o2«  The  Saviour  s  invitation.      John,  xn.  32. 

1  FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high. 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  ! — 

•'  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  '  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne,- 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid — 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

"3  c  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  bounty  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Thou  shalt  be  a  child  confessed. 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  '  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end — 
Lo,  I  come — your  Saviour,  Friend  ! 
Safe  your  spirit  to  convey 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 
Up  to  my  eternal  home- 


253  .  Call  to  the  prodigal.  C.  M. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet  and  learn 
How  Jesus  can  forgive. 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  423 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 
And  wipe  away  the  tear  • 
'T  is  God  who  says,  '  No  longer  mourn.' — 
Mercy  invites  thee  near. 

,-3*54  •    The  sinner  invited  to  come  to  Christ.    Rev.  xxii.  17.  S.  M. 

1  THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  '  Sinner,  come  ;' 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  '  Come  !' 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  '  Come  !' 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  '  I  quickly  come  :' 

Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thine  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 

SdO  •  The  gospel  jubilee.  H.  M. 

1  FAIR  shines  the  morning  star ; 

The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around  : 
Joy  to  the  slave  ;  the  slave  is  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly ; 
Rise  with  your  Lord  ; — he  sets  you  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

3  Ye.  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 
Ransomed,  but  not  with  gold, 

He  gave  himself  for  you  ! 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 


424  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  : 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

S5@.  The  gospel  jubilee.     Luke,  iv.  19.  H.  M. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow. 

The  gladly-solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  every  land,  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near  ; 

Behold  your  Saviours  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


INVITATIONS    AND  WARNINGS.  425 

257,  Luke,  iv.  19.  S.  M. 

1  YE  sons  of  earth,  arise  ! 

Ye  creatures  of  a  day ! 
Redeem  the  time,  be  bold,  be  wise, 
And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2  The  year  of  gospel  grace, 

With  us  rejoice  to  see  ; 
And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  proffered  liberty. 

3  Saviour  and  Lord  of  all ! 

Thee  help  us  to  receive ; 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call, 
O  bid  us  turn  and  live  ! 

4  Our  former  years  misspent, 

Now  let  us  deeply  mourn  ; 
And,  softened  by  thy  grace,  repent, 
And  to  thine  arms  return. 

5JOct  •  The  needy  and  wretched  invited  to  Christ.    8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  COME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him : 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finished ! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

3  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him.  venture  wholly ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

36* 


426  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

^£»39«  The  needy  and  wretched  invited  to  Christ,  8s  &  7s. 

Zech.  xiii.  1. 

1  COME  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, — 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind ! 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more : — 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever ; 

'T  is  a  soul-renewing  flood : 
God  is  faithful ;  God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood, 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  he  was  glorified. 

5$60a  The  v0*ce  °f  free  grace-  12s. 

1  THE   voice  of  free  grace  cries — 'Escape  to  the 

mountain  !' 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb!  who  hath  purchased  our 

pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !  O  flee  to  the  Saviour ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy, — 'tis  infinite  favor; 

Your  sins  are  increasing, — escape  to  the  mountain, — 
His  blood   can  remove  them, — it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  427 

3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious, 
O'er    sin,   death   and    hell,   thou    art    more  than 

victorious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 

4  With    joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the 

shore  ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  '11  praise  him  the  more ; 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  ! 

26 1*  Exhortation  to  repentance.     Isaiah,  lv.  7.  CM. 

1  SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 

'T  is  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  2 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live. 

Through  his  abounding  grace; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


428  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

^05s.  The  one  thing  needful. 

1  WHY  will  you  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love  ? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart ; 
And  fix  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Then  we  no  more  on  trifling  cares 
Shall  waste  that  life  thy  mercy  spares. 

!3©3«  The  sinner  warned.  7s. 

1  SINNER !  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared ; 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ; 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepared ; — 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax : 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  Who  his  advent  can  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Can  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 

264.  Ezek.  xxxiii.  11.  7s.  D. 

1  SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  429 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  1 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  1 

3  Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live '? 

O  ye  dying  sinners !  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

52l>U«  The  message  of  mercy.  8s,  7s  &  4, 

1  HEAR  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Z ion's  King  proclaim : — 
;  To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  :' 

Oh  what  mercy  ! 
1  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name.' 

2  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  O.  how  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

3  O  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven ; 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  ; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


430  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

906*  The  message  of  mercy.  8s  7s  &  4. 

1  LISTEN,  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest,  voice  she  calls ; 
Bids  you  hasten  to  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls. 

Listen,  sinner ! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste!  O  hasten  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away; 

Hasten,  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

267.  Ephes.  v.  14.  7s. 

1  SINNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep  ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path : 
Watchful  tread  that  path — be  wise ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  the  time  ; 
Life  secure,  without  delay; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  Rouse  thee,  sinner,  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Wake,  and  he  shall  give  thee  light. 

308 •  Rest  and  peace  in  God.  S.  M. 

1  O  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  431 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

209.       The  young  invited  to  Christ.     Prov.  viii.  17.  C.  M. 

1  YE  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you, 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  :  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain.' 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move. 

If  once  compared  with  thee  1 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
For  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

270.  Youth  admonished.     Eccl.  xii.  1,  7.  L.  M 

1  NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  shall  say,  '  My  joys  are  gone.' 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 


432  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

5171.  Youth  a-,id  judgment.     Eccl.  xi.  9.  L.  M. 

1  YE  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 
Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue ; 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Pursue  the  pleasures  you  design. 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  songs  and  wine ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth;  but  know, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults ; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done. 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

4  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities. 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

5J752.  To-day  the  accepted  time.     2  Cor.  vi.  2.  S.  M 

1  NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late- 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time. 
The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 
And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 

Then  will  the  angels  spread  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 


INVITATIONS    AND    WARNINGS.  433 

273.  The  danger  of  delay.  7s. 

1  HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

&4  -4«       Universal  call  to  repentance.     Acts,  xvii.  30.  C.  M 

1  REPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men ; 
His  messengers  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar : 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound. 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days ! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
T  37 


434  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

^#0»  The  sinner  at  the  judgment .  7s. 

1  WHEN  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  O,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  O,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

«76t  The  convinced  sinner's  resolution.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : — 

2  '  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Like  mountains  round  me  close  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  '  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  '  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ', 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  435 


5  'I  can  but  perish,  if  I  go — 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For.  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die.' 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 

EXERCISES     IN    CONVERSION. 
^S71f»  Trusting  in  Christ  for  pardon.  C-  P.  M. 

1  O  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinners  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood : 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death. 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send: 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, — 

'  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend.' 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away: 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I  'd  mount,  I  'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

JS7c9a  A  'penitent's  prayer  to  Christ.  CM. 

1  O  PRINCE  of  life,  all  power  is  thine 
To  pardon  and  subdue : 
My  pardon,  in  thy  mercy,  sign, 
My  soul  to  God  renew. 


436  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


2  Me  a  new  captive  in  thy  train. 

And  in  thy  book  enrolled ; 
Me  a  new  glory  of  thy  reign, — 
Let  heaven  with  joy  behold. 

3  O  thou,  who  in  thy  mortal  days 

Didst  with  the  sighing  sigh ; 
Shall  not  my  tears  thy  pity  raise, 
Though  now  thou  art  so  high'? 

4  Whoever  humbly  kneeled  in  vain 

Before  thy  gracious  seat  ? 

O  do  not  Lord,  my  suit  disdain: 

Nor  spurn  me  from  thy  feet. 

279.  The  surrender.  C.  P.  M 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield  ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now,  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 

280.  The  same.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  437 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near — 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here ! 

381.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  THEE,  O  my  Lord,  my  soul  adores, 

I  would  be  thine,  and  only  thine  : 
To  thee  my  heart  and  all  its  powers 
With  full  consent  I  now  resign. 

2  O  come,  thy  saving  power  display — 

Resistless  power  of  love  divine  ; 
And  drive  thy  hated  foes  away, 

And  make  me  thine,  and  only  thine. 

28S.  The  Christian's  noblest  resolution.  L.  M. 

Joshua,  xxir.  15. 

1  AH  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain, 

Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin ; 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain ; 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  ere  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  O  be  his  service  all  my  joy! 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

5  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 
37* 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

United  dedication  to  God.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS  !  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call ; 

Jesus  !  in  love  to  us  descend, 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 
To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands ; 

O  take  our  hearts — our  hearts  are  thine. 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  master's  voice  will  we  obey, 

Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 
I  Yet,  Lord !  for  us  a  resting  place, 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand,  prepare, 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 


RENUNCIATION     OF     THE     WORLD. 

5$S4:,  The  world  renounced.  C.  M. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue; 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 

Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 

But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  : 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed  ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice ; 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

/«80«  Parting  with  worldly  joys.  L.  M. 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  439 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulph  of  dark  despair  ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

Which  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
Which  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

2"C  The  world's  chief  temptations.  CM. 

1  WHEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 

We  look  on  things  below, 
Honor,  and  gold,  and  sensual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dangerous  too  ? 

2  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense 

Are  dangerous  snares  to  souls; 
There 's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  sweet. 
And  dashed  with  bitter  bowls. 

3  God  is  my  all-sufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice ; 

In  him  my  vast  desires  are  filled, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

4  In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heaven  for  you. 


CHOICE     OF     GOD. 


387*  God  my  only  happiness.     Psal.  lxxiii.  25.  C.  M. 

1  MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all, 
I  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above. 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 


440  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things  ; 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

3  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee  ! 
Or  what 's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ! 

4  If  I  possessed  the  spacious  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

3588  •  God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness.  C.  M. 

1  MY  God !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  ;  I  am  his  !' 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  441 

380.  True  happiness  found  only  in  God.  CM. 

1  IN  vain  I  search  creation  o'er, — 

My  spirit  finds  no  rest; 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor, 
Too  mean  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Let  earth  with  all  its  charms  depart, 

tfnworthy  of  the  mind  ; 
In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
An  equal  bliss  can  find. 

3  Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  all  I  want ; 

Here  would  my  spirit  rest ; 

0  seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
And  make  me  fully  blest. 

290.  The  same.  7s. 

1  LORD,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 

If  thy  presence  thou  deny ; 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'T  is  no  longer  death  to  die. 

2  Source  and  giver  of  repose, 

Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows  ; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine, 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

391.  God  our  portion.  C  M. 

1  O  LORD  !  I  would  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same  ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee ; 

1  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 

While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  O  Lord  !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  ; 

I  triumph  and  adore : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


442  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

LOVE     TO     CHRIST. 

2«9/£a  Appeal  to  Christ  in  proof  of  love  to  him.  C.  M. 

John,  xxi.  15. 
1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out        * 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

1  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame? 

5  Thou  knowest  that  I  love  thee,  Lord ; 

But  O  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

293.  Living  to  Christ.     Phil.  i.  21.  L.  M. 

1  MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay ; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 
I  live  thy  smiling  face  to  see, 
And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend. 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good, 
Nor  future  days  or  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  443 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live  ; 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 

Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 

Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love's  constraining  power. 

304:.       Jesus  precious  to  the   believer.     John,  vi.  68.  L.  M. 

1  THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend — 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ! 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  % 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore ; 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
Depart  from  thee — "tis  death — 'tis  more — 
'T  is  endless  ruin,  deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine. 

295.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name  ; 
'T  is  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 


444  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  treasure  and  my  trust : 
The  world  compared  with  thee  is  naught, 
And  all  its  treasure  dust. 

3  All  that  my  loftiest  thoughts  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there, — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  my  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  my  care. 

29G.  Not  ashamed  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I'  ve  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be. 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 

297.  Mark,  viii.  38.  C.  M. 

1  DIDST  thou,  my  Saviour,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  445 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  suffer  shame  or  loss  ; 

0  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Let  mockers  scoff— the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  disdain; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name. 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

20o«  Christ  unseen,  yet  beloved.     1  Peter,  i.  8.  S.  M. 

1  NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord : 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

299  •  Longing  to  be  with  Christ.  8s.  A. 

2  Cor.  v.  6—8.     1  Peter,  i.  8. 

1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
O,  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne  ! 

2  My  Saviour !  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power ; — 

3  Dissolve  thou  the  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 
Ah,  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 
38 


446  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured, 
I  shall  see  him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see  whom  unseen  I  adored. 


300*  Christ  ovr  forerunner.  L.  M.  6  1. 

1  AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone 

A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  ? 
Shall  I  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  forever  sit  with  thee  ? 
Then,  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I  '11  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 

2  What  transport,  Lord,  shall  fill  my  heart, 

When  thou  my  worthless  name  wilt  own  I 
When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  know  as  I  myself  am  known  ! 
From  sin,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free, 
My  soul  shall  find  its  rest  in  thee. 


LOVE     TO    GOD     AND    MAN. 
301.*  Love  essential  to  true  religion.  C.  M. 

1  HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas,  'tis  all  in  vain. 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  447 

302*  The  same.     1  Cor.  xiii.  J,  2,  3.  L.  M. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  T  distribute  all  my  store, 
In  alms  to  feed  the  hungry  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; — 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 


BENEFICENCE     TO    MEN. 


303*  Christ  honored  through  relieving  the  poor.  CM. 

Matt.  xxv.  40. 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 

Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum  ! 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt ! 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine ; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 


3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names, 
Before  thy  Father's  face.  m 

4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress. 
Our  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 


448  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 
We  in  thy  poor  would  see  ; 
O  let  us  rather  beg  our  bread. 
Than  keep  it  back  from  thee. 

304.    Sympathy  ivith  the  suffering.    Luke,  x.  29—37.        C.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 

All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls. 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

The  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  man, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  j 
And  mid  th'  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew. 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

oOo>  The  blessedness  of  benevolence.  C.  M. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating,  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain : — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel  j 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms, 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  449 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  : 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

The  Saviour's  grace  shall  give ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


BROTHERLY     LOVE    AND     FELLOWSHIP. 
300*  Christian  fellowship.  S.  M. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

«£07«  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  and  faith,  and  hopes  are  one. 

38* 


450  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place, 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face ; — 
And  they  shall  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy — because  of  love. 

o08<  Christian  harmony.     Gal.  iii.  28.  S.  M. 

1  LET  party  names  no  more  * 
The  christian  world  o'erspread  ; 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above ; 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

309.  Eph.  iv.  30—32.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife ; 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ? 

2  Clamor,  and  wrath,  and  war  begone ; 
Envy  and  spite  forever  cease  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 

3  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  451 

FILIAL     TEMPER. 
310.  The  Spirit  of  adoption.    Gal.  iv.  6.  C.  M. 

1  MY  Father,  God  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 

How  tender  and  how  dear  ! 
Not  all  the  melody  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

2  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart, 
And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

3  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 

Unwavering  I  believe ; 
My  spirit  Abba,  Father,  cries, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

311*  Childlike  trust  in  God.     Ps.  cxxxi.  2.  7s. 

1  aUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child : 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave : 
'Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care, — 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  1 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own ; 
Knows  he 's  neither  strong  nor  wise. 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 

312.  Matt.  vii.  9—11.  L.  M. 

1  OUR  FATHER,  throned  above  the  skies, 
To  thee  my  empty  hands  I  spread  ; 
Thy  child  in  dust  beneath  thee  lies, 
And  asks  thy  blessing  on  his  head. 


452  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  With  cheerful  hope  and  filial  fear, 

In  that  august  and  precious  name 
By  thee  ordained,  I  now  draw  near ; 
And  would  the  promised  blessing  claim. 

3  Will  not  an  earthly  father  feel 

The  cravings  of  his  famished  son  ? 
Will  he  a  parent's  bosom  steel. 
And  mock  the  suppliant  with  a  stone? 

4  Our  heavenly  Father,  how  much  more 

Will  thy  divine  compassions  rise ; 
And  open  thy  unbounded  store, 
To  satisfy  thy  children's  cries  ? 

313.  Childlike  trust  in  God.  CM. 

1  MY  God,  my  Father— blissful  name— 

0  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 

May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies, 

1  calmly  would  resign  ; 

For  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise : 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 


DESIRES     AFTER     HOLINESS. 
314:.  Purity  of  heart  desired.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God. 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me  I 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  453 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  : — 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  death  nor  life  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within: — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  filled  with  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, — 
An  image,  Lord  !  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord !  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above : 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart ; 
Thy  name,  O  God,  is  love. 

315.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  O  COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

316.  Psaltn  xlii.  2.  L.  M. 

1  I  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 
The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid, 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 


454  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things  j 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools,  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 

317  •  Purity  of  heart  desired.  8s  &  7s. 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown ; 
Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find,  thy  promised  rest : 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ! 
Speedily  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ! 

3  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be  : 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  455 

HOPE     OF     HEAVEN. 
318*  Walking  by  faith,  not  by  sight.  L.  M. 

1  'T  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near.  . 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abra'm  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

319.  Steadfast  hope.  S.  M, 

1  I  STAND  on  Zion's  mount 

And  view  my  starry  crown ; 
No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 

2  The  lofty  hills,  and  towers, 

That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 
Shall  all  be  levelled  low  in  dust — 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  fall, 


Built  by  Jehovah's  hands ; 
But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 


320.  2  Tim.  i.  12.  C.  M. 

I  I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 


456  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem, 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


IN     PROVIDENCE. 


321.  The  request.  C.  M. 

1  FATHER!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  '  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free  ! 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  '  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend : 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end.' 

322.  trust  in  God.  S.  M. 

1  WHERE  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust  ? 

In  a  frail  form  of  clay, 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away  ? 

2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care  1 

Upon  an  erring  heart, 
Which  hath  its  own  sore  ills  to  bear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart? 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  457 

3  No. — Place  thy  trust  above 

This  shadowy  realm  of  night. 
In  him.  whose  boundless  power  and  love 
Thy  confidence  invite. 

4  His  mercies  still  endure 

When  skies  and  stars  grow  dim, 
His  changeless  promise  standeth  sure. — 
Go, — cast  thy  care  on  him. 

323.  TJie  same.     Heb.  iii.  17,  18.  C.  M. 

1  WHAT  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe, 

Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail. 
And  fields  no  food  supply ; — 

2  Though  from  the  fold  with  sad  surprise, 

My  flock  cut  off  I  see  ; 
Though  famine  pine  in  empty  stalls, 
Where  herds  were  wont  to  be : — 

3  Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love  ; 
In  him  rejoice,  who  will  the  God 
Of  my  salvation  prove. 

4  God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy  ; 
A  joy,  which  want  shall  not  impair, 
Nor  death  itself  destroy. 

324.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 

Great  God  !  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  should'st  take  them  all  away. 

Yet  would  I  not  repine ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word. 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 
But  seek  enduring  happiness, 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
U  39 


458  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

325  •  Filial  submission.     Heb.  xii.  7.  C.  M. 

1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say—'  My  Father  God  !' 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  long  to  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom 

And  bid  me  wait  serene  ; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  My  Father  ! — O  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim ; 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

326*  God's  covenant,  our  support  in  trouble.  C.  M. 

1  MY  God  !  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Abides  forever  sure  ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home ; — 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 

327.  Resignation.  C.  M. 

1  O  LORD  !  my  best  desire  fulfill, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  459 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  1 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No !  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant: 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both ; 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth  ? 

6  But,  ah !  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud,  that  vails  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

328.  Faith  under  trouble.  S.  M. 

1  IF.  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
We  '11  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control : 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  thy  will  our  own; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 


460  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

329.  Faith  under  trouble.     1  Sam.  iii.  18.  C.  M. 

1  IT  is  the  Lord— enthroned  in  light, 

Whose  claims  are  all  divine. 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all — 

My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease ; 
And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3  It  is  the  Lord — my  covenant  God, 

Thrice  bless6d  be  his  name  ; 
Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood. 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

4  Can  I,  with  hopes  so  firmly  built, 

Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 
No — gracious  God — take  what  thou  wilt, 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 

330.  Heb.  xii.  6-11.  7s. 

1  'T  IS  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross. 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But,  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

331*    The  hope  of  heaven  our  support  under  trials  on  earth.      C.    M. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  461 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

3«$2l.  2  Cor.  iv.  18.  C.  M 

1  O  COULD  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring, 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

«$«$«••  The 'presence  of  God  desired  in  afflictions.  C.  M 

1  THY  gracious  presence.  O  my  God ! 

All  that  I  wish  contains ; 
With  this,  beneath  affliction's  load, 
My  heart  no  more  complains. 

2  This  can  my  every  care  control, 

Gild  each  dark  scene  with  light ; 
This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul, 
Without  it  all  is  night. 

3  O  happy  scenes  above  the  sky, 

Where  thy  full  beams  impart 
Unclouded  beauty  to  the  eye, 
And  rapture  to  the  heart. 
39* 


462  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Her  portion  in  those  realms  of  bliss. 

My  spirit  longs  to  know  ; 

My  wishes  terminate  in  this, 

Nor  can  they  rest  below. 

5  Lord!  shall  the  breathings  of  my  heart 

Aspire  in  vain  to  thee  ? 
Confirm  my  hope,  that  where  thou  art, 
I  shall  forever  be. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  spirit  sing 

The  darksome  hours  away, 
And  rise  on  faith's  expanded  wing, 
To  everlasting  day. 


GRATITUDE. 
334*  Thankfulness  and  hope.  C.  M. 

1  THANKS  to  my  God,  for  every  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow ; 
And  thanks  eternal,  for  that  love, 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 

2  Forever  let  my  grateful  heart 

His  boundless  grace  adore, 
Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 
And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 

3  Transporting  hope  !  still  on  my  soul 

Let  the  sweet  radiance  shine, 
Till  hope  itself  is  lost  in  joys, 
Immortal  and  divine. 

33«5  •  Thanks  for  redemption.  C.  M. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 

And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell ; 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  463 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love. 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

336.  Isa.  Ixi.  10.  C.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue. 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  1  rejoice. 

2  'T  is  he  adorned  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And,  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  this  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith,  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  every  grace ; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  arrayed, 

By  the  great  sacred  Three  ! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise. 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 


464  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

33  7  •  Thanks  for  redemption.  C.  M. 

1  AMAZING  grace, — how  sweet  the  sound, — 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


CONFIDENCE  AND  PERSEVERANCE. 

338.  Preserving  grace.     Jude,  24,  25.  S.  M. 

1  TO  God  the  only  wise, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls. 
Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 
Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  465 

330.    Saints  in  the  hands  of  Christ.     John,  x.  28,  29.        C.  M. 

1  FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep ; 
All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 

His  favorites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  aear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 


HOLINESS    OF    LIFE. 


340.  Tit.  ii.   10—13.  L.  M; 

1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sm. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion,  and  envy,  lust  and  pride : 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

o4ll»  A  living  and  a  dead  faith.  C.  M. 

I  MISTAKEN  souls !  that  dream  of  heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

TT* 


466  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'T  is  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'T  is  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'T  is  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 


SELF    DENIAL. 

34*1.  Self-denial.     Mark,  viii.  34.  C.  M 

1  AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  1 
It  is  but  right !  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go  ! — One  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good ! 
Divinely  bright  and  fair. 

4  Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  endless  life, — 

Let  me  that  life  obtain, 
Then  I  renounce  all  earthly  joys, 
And  glory  in  my  gain. 

«$!?{.  The  almost  christian.  L.  M 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 

2  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  467 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new  : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 


WATCHFULNESS. 
o4:4:  •  Watchfulness  and  prayer.  CM- 

1  ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing:  tears  ! 


My  weak  resistance  ! — ah,  how  vain 


How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3  O  gracious  God !  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith — increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

34t5»  Love  to  the  creatures  dangerous.  C.  M, 

1  HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 


468  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, — 
The  partners  of  our  blood, — 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

-  4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

d4b«  The  christian  warfare.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise. 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  j 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love, 

The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth  and  powers  of  hell. 

347.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  469 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign. 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader's  praise. 

34:8*  Watchfulness  and  prayer  inculcated.  S.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He  '11  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 

34LO*  Christian  courage  and  endurance,  C.  M, 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord : 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 
40 


470  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory*  shall  be  thine. 

\t50.  Watchfulness.  S.  M. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have  ; 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; — 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O  thy  servant  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
1  shall  forever  die. 

351.  The  watchful  servant.     Luke,  xii.  35— 38.  S.  M. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch, — 'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak  he 's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  471 

O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 

And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


PRAYER. 
3t>2.  Nature  of  ■prayer.  C.  M. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire. 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try : 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 

The  christian's  native  air  : 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry — c  Behold  he  prays.' 

6  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God — 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way ; 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

OdOi  Access  to  God  every  where.  7s. 

1  THEY  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace, 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 
If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  every  where. 


472  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  In  our  sickness  or  our  health, 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  every  where. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  foes  of  life  prevail, 

'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer  ; — 
God  is  present  every  where. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  every  where. 

3e>4.  The  throne  of  grace.     Heb.  iv.  16.  S.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace! 

The  promise  calls  us  near  : 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face. 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich,  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  we  see. 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  Thine  image,  Lord  !  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love  : 
We  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below. 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 

4  Abiding  in  thy  faith, 

Our  will  conformed  to  thine, 
Let  us  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

oOdt  The  burdened  soul  resorting  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea — 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  473 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

odu«       Prayer  encouraged  and  offered.  I.Kings,  iii.  5.  7s. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare. 
God  thy  Saviour  answers  prayer  j 
He  himself  invites  thee  near, 
Bids  thee  ask  him, — waits  to  hear. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin : — 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt ! 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There,  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end! 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

357.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 
40* 


474  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

3d8«  The  mercy  seat.  CrM. 

1  MY  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
5T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat, 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  protector  and  my  Lord, 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
And  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  O  never  let  my  soul  remove, 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 

*>«>{).  Prayer  answered  by  crosses.  L.  M. 

1  1  ASKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  475 

2  I  hoped  that  in  some  favored  hour, 

At  once  he  'd  answer  my  request ; 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 

Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

3  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

4  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo ; 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 
Blasted  my  hopes,  and  laid  me  low. 

5  '  Lord,  why  is  this,'  I  trembling  cried, — 

'  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  V 
'  'T  is  in  this  way,'  the  Lord  replied, 
'  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

6  '  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self,  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me.' 


HUMILITY. 
o60«  Pride  not  becoming  man.  L.  M. 

1  WHEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 

Oh,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

2  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

3  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum, 

Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span : 
How  ill,  alas,  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man  ! 

4  God  of  my  life,  Father  divine ! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
In  modest  worth,  O  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 


476  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

361.  Self  renounced.     Phil.  in.  7,  8,  9.  L.  M. 

1  NO  more,  my  God  !  I  boast  no  more, 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes, — and  I  must,  and  will,  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


DEPENDENCE     ON     GOD. 

362.  The  christian  race.     Isaiah,  xl.  28— 31.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint  :— 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power, 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years, 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  477 

303*  Presumption  rebuked.  S.  M. 

1  MAN'S  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak. 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

2  Retreat  beneath  his  wings. 

And  in  his  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  king  of  kings, 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

3  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says. — '  1  want  no  more,' 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

304»    Prosperity  from  God's  blessing.     Ps.  cxxvii.  1,  2.     C.  M. 

1  SHINE  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 

With  rays  of  beauty  shine  ; 

O  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days, 

And  all  their  round  be  thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain  ; 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  thou  thy  love  restrain. 

3  With  thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  thee  each  day  be  spent, 
For  thee  each  fleeting  hour  employed, 
Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 

4  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  desert  road, 

Till  all  our  labors  cease  ; 
And  heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 


PILGRIMAGE     TO     HEAVEN. 
36di  The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints.  CM. 

1  LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy ! 


478  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  weary  land ; 
Lord !  we  would  keep  that  heavenly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

4  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home! 

5  There,  on  the  hills  of  life  and  peace, 

Our  raptured  souls  shall  dwell, 
Our  toils  recount,  our  Saviour  bless. 
And  all  his  triumphs  tell. 

6  Eternal  glory  to  the  king, 

That  brought  us  safely  through ; 
Our  tongue  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

306.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  OUR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground, 

We  seek  that  promised  soil : 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts. 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow. 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  The  flowers  that  spring  along  the  road 

We  scarcely  stoop  to  pluck ; 
We  walk  o'er  beds  of  shining  ore, 
Nor  waste  one  wishful  look. 

4  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod, 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore  ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
Pis  temples  pierced  before. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  479 

367.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  AS  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 

The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home  though  distant  still ; — 

2  So  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell, 

With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day : 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 

And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 

368.  The  christian  pilgrim's  song.     Heb.  xi.  14.  S.  M. 

1  FROM  Egypt's  bondage  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new,  our  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 

2  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste,  with  songs  of  joy  ; 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 
And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 

3  Our  toils  and  conflicts  cease, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore ! 
We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 
And  never  hunger  more. 

4  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  himself  is  King. 

5  We  soon  shall  join  the  throng, 

Their  pleasures  we  shall  share  ; 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song,  v 

With  all  the  ransomed  there. 

369.  Rising  to  God.  L.  M. 
1  NOW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 

Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vail  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 


480  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell ; 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  : 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

370.  The  same.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


o 


Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
There  we'll  join  the  heavenly  train, 

Welcomed  to  partake  the  bliss  ; 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  481 

371.  The  christian  race.     Phil.  iii.   12—14.  C.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  : 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  down. 

372 1  ^e  pilgrim's  prayer.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide : 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

373.  Gen.  xxviii.  19— 22.  CM. 

1  O  GOD  of  Bethel !  by  xvhose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ! 
V  41 


482  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide : 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread. 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 


PLEASURES. 


374 •     Rejoicing  in  the  ways  of  God.     Ps.  cxxxviii.  5.        S.  M. 

1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 
To  form  a  sacred  song ; 

Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 
%       How  open  and  how  fair ! 

No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet ; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring ; 

The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honor  to  his  name. 

Who  marks  the  shining  way; 
To  him.  who  leads  the  wanderers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  483 

37&.  Isiah  xxxv.  8—10.  C.  M. 

1  SING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  deliverer  sing ; 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise. 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
"While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

376.  The  same.  7s. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now — and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared — 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


4S4  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

377.  Rejoicing  in  the  ways  of  God.  7s. 

1  NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  !  dry  up  your  tears : 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears : 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  tribute  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Saints  below,  and  saints  above  ! 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

378.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  Jove — 

Sing  of  his  rising  power — 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  us,  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, — 

1  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !' 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away. 
To  our  eternal  home. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  485 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 

370*  Heavenly  joys  on  earth.  S.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

380.  Tlie  beatitudes.     Matt.  v.  3—12.  L.  M. 

1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage,  and  passion,  noise  and  war  ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 
41* 


486  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  merciful  who  prove 
By  acts,  their  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ! 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

3S1»  Heavenly  wisdom.     Prov.  ii.  13,  17.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes, 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread : 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

3  With  every  labor  she  requires, 

Her  large  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness. 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

382.      The  hidden  life  of  the  christian.     Col.  iii.  1—4.        CM. 

1  0  HAPPY  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 
While  men  lie  groveling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  487 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  peace  and  joy  combine, 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God  ; 

His  God  in  secret  sees : 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad  ; 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  of  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 

To  give  him  honor  here  ; 
Content  and  pleased  to  live  unknown, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

Jco  •  The  pleasures  of  a  good  conscience.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they, 

Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills, 

Where  streams  of  living  pleasures  flow; 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow ! 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 


4S8  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Oo4i  The  sinner  reconciled  to  God.  L.  M. 

1  TREMBLING  before  thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord !  in  dust  my  sins  I  own : 
Justice  and  Mercy  for  my  life 

Contend  ! — O  !  smile  and  heal  the  strife. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found — 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels  !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies: 
Ye  know  where  morn,  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

5  Bright  heralds  of  th'  eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfill ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious,  in  his  presence  play. 

6  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine  : 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

385.  The  happy  change.  C.  M.     D. 

1  HOW  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 

When  with  a  single  eye, 
He  views  the  luster  of  thy  word, 

The  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 
Through  all  the  storms  that  vail  the  skies. 

And  frown  on  earthly  things, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  he  eyes, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. 

2  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control, 
Since  first,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
He  started  from  the  goal, 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  489 

Has  cheered  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  kindling  rays  impart ; — 
But  Jesus  !  't  is  thy  light  alone 

Can  shine  upon  the  heart. 


PR  IVILEGES. 


380.         Christians  the  sons  of  God.     John,  i.  12,  and         L.  M. 
1  John,  iii.  1. 

1  NOT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 

So  high  a  dignity  can  claim, 

As  those  who  bear  the  christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye ; 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

SST.  Adoption.     1  John,  iii.  1—3.     Gal.  iv.  6.  S.  M: 

1  BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  I 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  king, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ;: 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head.. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 


490  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

388.  Adoption.  C.  M. 

1  GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But,  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 
His  sweet  commands  fulfill. 

3  They  find  access  at  every  hour, 

To  God  within  the  vail ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

4  O  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face  ! 

5  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne , 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,—'  My  Father,  God,' 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

389  •       Happy  poverty ;  or,  the  poor  in  spirit  blessed.  L.  M. 

Matthew,  v.  3. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  complain  no  more, 
Let  faith  survey  your  future  store  ; 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest. 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  491 

2  When  conscious  grief"  laments  sincere. 
And  pours  the  penitential  tear, 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  reversion  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despise  your  lot,  your  hopes  deride  : 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores; 
Trifles  are  theirs ;  a  kingdom  yours : — 

4  A  kingdom  which  can  ne'er  decay, 
While  time  sweeps  earthly  thrones  away ; 
The  state  which  power  and  truth  sustain, 
Unmoved  forever  must  remain. 

5  Jesus,  to  thee  I  breathe  my  prayer ; 
Reveal,  confirm  my  interest  there : 
Whate'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this  my  soul  desires  to  know. 

6  O  let  me  hear  that  voice  divine 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine  ! 
Enrolled  among  thy  happy  poor, 

My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more. 

390.  The  power  of  faith.  CM. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  It  heals  the  deadly  thirst  of  sin ; 

It  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise,  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 


492  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Wide  it  unvails  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

301*  Communion  with  God  and  Christ.  S.  M. 

1  OUR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 

With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  : 
He  pardons  every  day  ; 

Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 
What  various  stores  of  good, 

Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care ; 

Our  advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 
Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 

Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

393.  Jer.  ix.  23,  24.  L.  M. 

1  THE  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great, 
Maintains  his  universal  state  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  his  power  extends ; 
All  heaven  before  his  footstool  bends. 

2  Yet  justice  still  with  power  presides, 
And  mercy  all  his  empire  guides ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  his  delight, 
And  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight. 

3  No  more,  ye  wise  !  your  wisdom  boast ; 
No  more,  ye  strong  !  your  valor  trust ; 
No  more,  ye  rich  !  survey  your  store, 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  493 

Glory,  ye  saints,  in  this  alone, — 
That  God,  your  God,  to  you  is  known ; 
That  you  have  owned  his  sovereign  sway, — 
That  you  have  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

All  else,  which  we  our  treasure  call, 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall ; 
But  what  their  happiness  can  move, 
Whom  God,  the  blessed,  deigns  to  love  ? 


ENCOURAGEMENT    AGAINST     DESPONDENCY. 
0«7e§*  Confidence  in  God  encouraged.  C.  Sf. 

1  YE  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears  ; 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  continued  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell : 

God  will  these  powers  restrain ; 
His  mighty  a.rm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good : 

He  will  for  his  provide  ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone : 
He 's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting : 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

6  You  in  his  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 

May  confidently  trust; 
His  wisdom  guides,  his  power  protects, 
His  grace  rewards  the  just. 

0«J4L»  Trust  in  God  in  every  condition.  S.  M. 

1  YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 
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494  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home, 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end, 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come. 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
Subside  at  his  control ; 

His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  thee ! 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

OtfOi  Trust  in  God  in  every  condition.  S.  M. 

1  GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 

Wait  thou  his  time :  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 
Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 

Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
Bid  every  care  begone. 

4  What,  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 
Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 

Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  495 

396.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  CHILDREN  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow, 

Your  pilgrim-path  pursue, 
In  strength  and  weakness,  joy  and  wo,' 
To  God's  high  calling  true  ! — 

2  Why  move  ye  thus,  with  lingering  tread, 

A  doubting  mournful  hand  ? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head  ? 
Why  fails  the  feeble  hand  ? 

3  Oh !  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  power, 

To  feel  a  father's  care  ; 
A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  shower, 
Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 

4  The  orb  of  light,  though  clouds  awhile 

May  hide  his  noon-tide  ray, 
Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile 
To  gild  the  closing  day, — 

5  And,  bursting  through  the  dusky  shroud 

That  dared  his  power  invest, 
Ride  throned  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 
Triumphant  to  his  rest. 

6  Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear, 

The  faithless  doubt  remove ; 
Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
O  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 

307  •  The  promises.  lis. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, — 
To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have  fled  1 

2  Fear  not,  he  is  with  thee,  O,  be  not  dismayed ; 
For  he  is  thy  God,  and  will  give  thee  his  aid : 

He  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  his  gracious,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters  he  calls  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  ne'er  overflow  ; 

His  presence  shall  guide  thee,  his  mercy  shall  bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 


496  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  is  laid, 
His  grace  all-sufficient  shall  lend  thee  its  aid  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  he  does  but  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  His  people,  through  life,  shall  abundantly  prove 
His  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
When  age  with  gray  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  his  bosom  be  borne. 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
He  will  not — he  will  not  desert  to  its  foes : 

That  soul —  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
He'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake. 

S98,  1  Peter,  v.  7.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are ! 

'  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care.' 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 
His  saints  seourely  dwell ; 

That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 

Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Through  each  succeeding  day  : 

I  '11  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

399.  Christ  the  life  of  the  soul.     John,  xiv.  19.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes — 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  497 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here.  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose  ! 

If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

JrOO.  Hope  encouraged.  8s  &  7s.     D. 

1  KNOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Fathers  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer 
Heaven's  eternal  day 's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


CONSOLATIONS     IN     AFFLICTION. 
401.  Resignation.  L.  M. 

1  WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  : 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
Bat,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

42* 


498  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And,  mid  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

40/£*      Submission  to  afflictive  providences.     Job,  i.  21.        CM. 

1  NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'T  is  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives,  and  blessed  be  his  name  ! 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then  ; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread, 
And  we  :11  adore  the  justice  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

403.  Psalm  xlvi.  10.  C.  M. 

1  PEACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 

That  blasts  our  joys  in  death ; 

Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 

And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

2  'T  is  he,  the  potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above. 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  499 

3  'T  is  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 
Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand. 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  covenant  God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart. 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Fair  garlands  of  immortal  bliss 

He  weaves  for  every  brow ; 
And  shall  rebellious  passions  rise, 
When  he  corrects  us  now  ? 

6  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name  ; 

We  kiss  the  scourging  hand  ; 
And  yield  our  comforts,  and  our  life, 
To  his  supreme  command. 

404:.    Satisfaction  in  God  xaider  the  loss  of  dear  friends.       L.  M. 

1  THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 

The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  his  own  children  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murmuring  thought, 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend ; 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty,  ever  living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 
On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

5  Our  Father,  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend ; 
And  on  thy  covenant  love  and  truth. 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 


500  PUBLIC    WORbrtiJr. 

40o.  The  mourners  blessed.     Matt.  v.  4.  L.  M. 

1  O  DEEM  not  they  are  blest  alone 

Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 
For  God  who  pities  man,  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears  ; 
And  weary  hours  of  wo  and  pain, 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest, 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 

But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny, 
Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day. 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay, 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 

40bi  For  bereaved  parents.     Isa.  lvi.  4,  5.  C.  M. 

1  YE  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 

Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 

Say  not,  in  transports  of  despair, 

That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
A  heavenly  parent  nigh. 

3  Though,  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touched  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4  '  I  '11  give  the  mourner,'  saith  the  Lord, 

'  In  my  own  house  a  place  ; 
No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons, 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 


THE     CHRISTIAN.  501 

5  :  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
In  endless  honor  and  delight 
My  children  all  shall  live.' 

6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  thy  face  we  see, 
And  bless  those  wounds,  which  through  our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 


HIS    TRIALS. 
407.  The  assaults  of  temptation.  L.  M. 

1  THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves ;  say, — '  Peace,  be  still !' 

3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-tossed,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

4bOo«  Looking  to  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  If,  for  thy  sake,  upon  my  name 

Reproach  and  shame  shall  be. 
I  '11  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame : 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 


502  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death. 

I  wait  thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, — 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Then,  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand. 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

409.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  in  sickness  and  in  pain, 

Be  near  to  succor  me, 
My  sinking  spirit  still  sustain ; 
To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

2  When  cares  and  sorrows  thicken  round, 

And  nothing  bright  I  see, 
In  thee  alone  can  help  be  found ; 
To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

3  Should  strong  temptations  fierce  assail,. 

As  if  to  ruin  me, 
Then  in  thy  strength  will  I  prevail. 
While  still  I  turn  to  thee. 

4  When  past  transgressions  fearful  rise 

Before  my  memory, 

1  '11  plead  thy  perfect  sacrifice, 

And  turn  to  thee,  to  thee. 

5  Through  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 

Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 
In  joy  or  sadness,  weal  or  wo, 
Jesus,  I  '11  turn  to  thee. 


INCONSTANCY  AND  REPENTANCE. 

4blO»        Repentance  from  a  sense  of  divine  goodness.  S.  M. 

1  IS  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 
Has  sin  reduced  our  mind! 

What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  503 

3  On  us  he  bids  the  sun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 

For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run. 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men;  ^ 

But  we,  more  base,  more  brutish  things, 
Reject  his  easy  reign. 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh ; 

Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

6  Let  past  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

4lli  Indwelling  sin  lamented.  CM. 

1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here,  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  ! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just,  and  true ; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Reason,  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  her  words  approve ; 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 


504  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O  break  the  charm. 
And  set  the  captive  free  ; 
Reveal,  almighty  God.  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

41£$»  Un/ruitftdness,  ignorance,  and  unsanctified  CM. 

affections. 

1  LONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  memory  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success : 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

'dbl***        Remembrance  of  happier  days.     Job,  xxix.  2.  CM. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt, 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And,  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  505 

4  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
And,  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals. 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  prayers  arc  now  an  empty  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read ;  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  The  tempter  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  his  prey  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail; 
O  come  without,  delay. 

4k  14b •  The  inconstancy  of  our  love.  C.  M. 

1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee. 

My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
Fondly  I  hope  I  ne'er  shall  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

3  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

4  Wretch  that  I  am  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross. 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

5  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  center  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 

4bl«>.  Inconstancy  lamented.  S.  M. 

1  WHERE,  O  my  soul,  O  where 
Thy  image  shall  I  view  ? 
In  the  light  cloud  that  melts  in  air. 
Or  in  the  early  dew. 
X  43 


506  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  This  hour,  with  flowing  tears, 

My  follies  I  bewail  : 
The  next,  my  heart  a  waste  appears, 
Where  all  the  fountains  fail. 

3  To-day,  her  glimmering  light 

Hope  kindles  in  my  breast ; 
The  morrow,  with  despair's  black  night, 
Has  all  my  soul  oppressed. 

4  O  my  unsteadfast  mind, 

Tossed  between  good  and  ill ! 
While  brutes,  with  instinct  sure  though  blind. 
Their  Maker's  law  fulfill. 

5  O  wavering,  wretched  state, 

Of  hope  by  fear  subdued  ! 
On  thee,  O  Lord,  for  help  I  wait, — 
Fix,  fix  my  soul  in  good. 

'41 0»  Imgratxtv.de  lamented.  C.  M. 

1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue — 

His  charming  voice  unheard  1 
And  shall  my  heart,  his  rightful  due. 
Remain  forever  barred  ? 

3  Ye  dangerous  inmates,  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 

4:17.  Sins  and  sorrows  laid  before  God.     Job,  xxiii.  3,  4.      C.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  knew  the  secret  place, 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  faee, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise  ; 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  507 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take. 

To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake. 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints. 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

418.  Walking  with  God.     Gen.  v.  24.  CM. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God ! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  Wrhat  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


508  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

1-BO.  Backsliding  and  returning.     Jer.  ii.  2.  L.  M 

1  O,  WHERE  is  now  that,  glowing  love 

That  marked  oar  union  with  the  Lord  ? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known  ? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 
The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved  ? 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee ; 

O  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile  ; 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
O  Lord  our  God.  but  in  thy  smile. 

4£0.         The  returning  backslider.     Hos.  xiv.  1,  2.     L.  M.    61 

1  WEARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn ; 
I  have  an  advocate  above, 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, — 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin  ; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in  ! 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  thy  faithless  servant  still. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
O,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more: 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  509 

421.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humhle  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — '  Return  V 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  7 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

422.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  !  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast,  spilt. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

423.  Pardoning  Love.     Jer.  iii.  22.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 
43* 


510  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls, — Return  : 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn, 

0  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

4:34  •        Walking  in  darkness,  and  trusting  in  God.  C.  M. 

Isaiah,  1.  10. 

1  MY  God ! — O  could  I  make  the  claim — 

My  Father  and  my  friend — 
And  call  thee  mine  by  every  name 
On  which  thy  saints  depend : — 

2  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

1  would  thy  grace  entreat ; 

Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 
Nor  leave  thy  sacred  seat. 

3  Speak,  Lord  !  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
O  smile !  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

4  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  thy  healing  rays ; 
Then  shall  these  deep  complaining  sighs 
Be  changed  to  songs  of  praise. 

435.  Ps.  iv.  6.  C.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  511 

2  Light,  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove, 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blessed  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Father  reconciled. 

4  On  me  thy  promised  peace  bestow, 

The  peace  by  Jesus  given  ; — 
The  joys  of  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven. 

430  •       A  good  conscience.     Acts,  xxiii.  1;  xxiv.  16.       JL-.  M- 
2  Cor.  i.  12.     1  Pet.  iii.  16. 

1  SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest, 
Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 

Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere; 
Come  make  your  constant  dwelling  here  ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 

0  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine  ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  my  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death,  with  all  its  terrors,  near : 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

<42T«  Penitence  and  hope.  C.  M. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 


512  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

3  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake. 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  O,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word. 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet. 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And,  grateful,  own  how  kind,  how  sweet. 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

4:29*  God  speaking  peace  to  his  people .  C.  M. 

Ps.  lxxxv.  8. 

1  UNITE,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite 

In  silence  soft  and  sweet : 
And  thou,  my  soul,  sit  gently  down 
At  thy  great  Sovereign's  feet. 

2  Jehovah's  awful  voice  is  heard, 

Yet  gladly  I  attend  ; 
For  lo  !  the  everlasting  God 
Proclaims  himself  my  friend. 

3  Harmonious  accents  to  my  soul 

The  sounds  of  peace  convey  ; 
The  tempest  at  his  word  subsides, 
And  winds  and  seas  obey. 

4  By  all  its  joys,  I  charge  my  heart, 

To  grieve  his  love  no  more ; 
But  charmed  by  melody  divine, 
To  give  its  follies  o'er. 


THE     CHURCH 


429,       The  communion  of  saints.      Heb.  xii.  18 — 24.        CM. 

1  NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  : — 


THE    CHURCH.  51 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill. 


The  city  of  our  God ; 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ; 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 

4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven  ! 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  forever  blest. 

430.  Eph.  iii.  15.  C.  M. 

1  LET  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

2  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death : — 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Some  to  their  everlasting  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 
X* 


514  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Lord  Jesus,  be  our  constant  guide  : 
And,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

431*  The  safety  and  protection  of  the  church.  S.  M. 

Isaiah,  xxvi.  1,  2,  3,  4. 

1  HOW  honorable  is  the  place, 
Where  we  adoring  stand  ; 

Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates ; 
The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 

Enter,  ye  nations,  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 
And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 

You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  forever  trust, 
And  banish  all  your  fears  : 

Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

432.  Isaiah,  Ix.  1.  H.  M. 

1  O  ZION,  tune  thy  voice 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh : 
Cheerful  in  God,  I      While  rays  divine 


While  rays 
Stream  all 


Arise  and  shine,  Stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  ; 
The  nations  round  With  luster  new 

Thy  form  shall  view,  Divinely  crowned. 


THE    CHURCH.  515 

3  In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light : 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 
Pursue  his  praise  In  worlds  above. 

Till  sovereign  love,  The  glory  raise. 

4  There  on  his  holy  hill 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 

Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 
While  round  his  throne  I      In  nobler  spheres. 
Ten  thousand  stars.  His  influence  own. 


4oO»  Glory  of  the  church.  8s  &  7s. 

1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  thy  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : — 
He  who  gives  them  daily  manna, 

He  who  listens  when  they  cry, — 
Let  him  hear  the  loud  hosanna 

Rising  to  his  throne  on  high. 


516  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

434  •  Zion  purified  and  guarded.  L.  M 

1  TRIUMPHANT  Zion!  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ! 
Though  humbled  long — awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength  ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on. 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  : 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer  j 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair : 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

4r3o»  Zion  encouraged.  L.  M» 

1  ZION,  awake  ;  behold  the  day  j 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  array ; 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine. 

2  Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are ; 
Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view ; 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too. 

i»>*>.  God's  unchanging  care  and  love.  8s,  7  s  &  4. 

1  ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded — 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine : 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 


THE    CHURCH.  517 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

437.  Isa.  xlix.  15,  16.  C.  If. 

1  A  MOTHER  may  forgetful  be, 

For  human  love  is  frail ; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  thee, 
O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No,  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands. 

In  characters  of  love, 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  hands ; 
And  never  shall  remove. 

3  Before  his  ever-watchful  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears, 
And  every  groan,  and  every  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more, 

Be  every  fear  suppressed  ; 
Unchanging  truth,  and  love,  and  power, 
Dwell  in  thy  Saviour's  breast. 

438.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  WHILE  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
'  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 


'  Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  power ; 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

1  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp, 

I  've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayer  j 

The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair.' 
44 


518  PUBLIC    WORSHIi. 

4  Lord  !  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing:" 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

430*  Glad  tidings  to  Zion.     Isa.  Hi.  7.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee  ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

<44:©.  The  church  victorious.  lis. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness ; 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more  : 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness  ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pur- 
sued them ; 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 


SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  519 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be  ; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee ; 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 
44L1*  Prayer  for  unconverted  friends.  C.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes  ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  ; 
O  bid  thy  light  arise. 

2  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee ; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

3  O  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God  j 

Remember  those  we  love  ; 
Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode  ; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

4:43.  Joy  over  the  converted  sinner.  C.  M. 

1  O  HOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And,  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire ; — 
'  The  sinner  lost  is  found,'  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


520  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

443.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise. 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, — 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  does  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

444.  The  spiritual  harvest.  L.  M. 

1  THE  waving  fields  of  golden  corn, 
With  beauty  hill  and  plain  adorn ; 

And  earth,  with  God's  rich  goodness  crowned. 
In  joyful  plenty  smiles  around. 

2  But  \o.  to  our  admiring  eyes. 

Still  lovelier,  brighter  prospects  rise ; — 
Rich  harvests,  where  salvation  grows, 
Their  fair  celestial  fruits  disclose. 

3  See  sinners  pressing  to  embrace 
The  offer  of  forgiving  grace; 
Redeemed  from  hell  with  price  divine, 
In  heaven  they  shall  forever  shine. 

4  There  they  that  reap,  and  they  that  sow, 
Shall  everlasting  triumphs  know  : 

And  shouts  of  thankfulness  and  joy 
Their  blest  eternity  employ. 

44d.  Thanksgiving  for  a  revival.  S.  M. 

Acts,  xv.  3.     1  Thess.  ii.  19,  20. 

1  WHO  can  forbear  to  sing. 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  ? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall ; 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet. 
And  peace  unites  them  all  ? 


SPREAD    CF    THE    GOSPEL.  521 

3  When  heaven's  expanding  gates 

Invite  the  pilgrims'  feet ; 
And  Jesus,  at  their  entrance,  waits 
To  place  them  on  his  seat  ? 

4  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

44G«  God  entreated  for  Zion.     Isa.  Ixii.  6,  7.  L.  M. 

1  INDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies! 
And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear  ? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries. 


2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise? 
Till  thy  own  power  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 

3  Look  down,  O  God  !  with  pitying  eye. 

And  view  the  desolation  round  ; 
See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  cast  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

4  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar  ; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

447.  Psalm  cii.  13.  L.  M. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour : 

Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  lonely  isles  and  lands  unknown  ; 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

3  Speak !  and  the  wTorld  shall  hear  thy  voice : 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

44* 


522  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

44S»  Prayer  for  the  renewing  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  SPIRIT  of  power  and  might,  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed : 
Creator,  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel  harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name. 
How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

5  Lo  !  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe. 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
Thy  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

449.  Luke,  ii.  32.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  O'ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 
See  the  thronging,  wandering  nations, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze : 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness  ! 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring ; 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles  ! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing ; 

To  thy  brightness, 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  May  the  millions  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and  worshiping  before  him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 


SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  523 

4  Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word ;  at  thy  command 
Let  the  heralds  of  thy  merey 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land : 

Lord,  be  with  them, 
Always,  to  the  end  of  time. 

450.  Predicted  ascendency  of  the  gospel    lsa.  ii.  2 — 5.      C.  M. 

1  IN  latter  days,  the  mount  of  God 

O'er  mountain  tops  shall  rise; 
Shall  be  exalted  o'er  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow; 
'  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,'  they  say, 
1  And  to  his  house  we  '11  go.' 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

i  The  nations,  by  his  justice  blest, 
Shall  give  their  battles  o'er ; 
To  plough  shares  they  shall  beat  their  swords, 
And  learn  to  war  no  more. 

5  Come,  then — O  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauty  shine. 

4:5 1*      A  vision  of  the  kingdom  of  Christ  among  men.         C.  M. 
Rev.  xxi.  1,  2,  3,  4. 

1  LO,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away. 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides. 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shininsr  srrace. 


524  tublic  worship. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 
'Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  ;The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace. 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  :  His  own  kind  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
'  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself,  shall  die.' 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  Oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

4d/<5»  Light  for  those  that  nit  in  darkness.  L.  M. 

1  THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'er-spreading  death ; 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 

On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  shine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Shall  come,  thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  thy  courts  to  worship  thee. 

3  O  light  of  Zion,  now  arise  ! 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes  ! 
Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 
And  hail  the  splendors  of  the  day. 

£»>*$.  The  future  reign  of  Messiah.  7Sv 

1  HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 
Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.         525 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

4L54U  The  fountain  of  salvation.  8s,  7s,  &  4. 

1  SEE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain. 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  world  below : 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Waking  beauty  from  decay  : 

0  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure. 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose : 

Lo,  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

455.  Zech.  xiv.  8,  9.  S.  M. 

1  NOW  living  waters  flow, 

To  cheer  the  humble  soul; 
From  sea  to  sea  those  waters  go, 
And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 

And  grow  on  earth  again  5 
Jesus  Jehovah  be  our  King, 
And  o'er  the  nations  reign  ! 

3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 

The  world  shall  hear  his  word  ; 
By  one  blessed  name  shall  he  he  known, 
The  universal  Lord. 


526  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4:5©.    The  restoration  of  Israel.     Isa.  lii.  1,  2  ;  xxxv.  10.     C.  M. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dbfet 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust. 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength. 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  south, — '  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  !' 

4  They  come,  they  come  ; — thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam. 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

4:*ST«  The  kingdom  of  Christ  advancing.  7s. 

1  WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. — 
Traveler !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! — 
Watchman!  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 
Traveler  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends  ! — 
Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler !  ages  are  its  own. 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


SPREAD   OF    THE    GOSPEL.  527 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveler !  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 

4:«58.  The  day  breaking.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  YES  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand : 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land  : 

God  is  speaking, — 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  With  the  voice  of  joy  and  singing 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray; 

Lo  !  the  blessed  day-star,  bringing 

O'er  the  earth  a  glorious  day : 

At  his  rising, 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away. 

459.  Hallelujah.  7s. 

1  HARK!  the  song  of  Jubilee; 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent,  shall  reign ; 

Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  ! — hark !  the  sound. 
From  the  center  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies : 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 
Sheathed  his  sword :  he  speaks — 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway ; 

He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away : 


528  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Then  the  end ;— beneath  his  rod. 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

460  .  The  final  reign  of  Christ.  7s  &  6s. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfulty  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


TIME. 

401  •  Frailty  and  dependence.  CM. 

1  LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear ; 

But  we  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand. 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay : 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land. 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  formed  us  first : 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 


TIME.  529 

463»  The  brevity  and  importance  of  life.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  vain,  how  transient  are  the  days 

To  man  on  earth  assigned ; 
They  dart  like  eagles  to  their  prey, 
And  far  outstrip  the  wind. 

2  Our  life,  alas  !  a  narrow  span, 

It  glides  away  like  dreams ; 
A  cloud,  a  vapor,  or  a  shade ; 
Then,  less  than  nothing  seems. 

3  Yet  on  this  fleeting,  shadowy  dream, 

Our  endless  life  depends  : 
And  in  eternal  bliss  or  wo, 
The  short  delusion  ends. 

46*$  •     The  present  moment  improved.  James,  iv.  13 — 15.    S.  M. 

1  TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine. 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand, 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  wingCd  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  thine  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care, 

O  be  it  still  pursued  ! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair, 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die, 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

464.  Frailty  of  life.  C.  M 

1  FEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
O  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written — ;  Dust  thou  art, 
And  shalt  to  dust  return  !' 
Y  45 


530  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head ; 
The  numbered  hour  is  on  the  wing. 
Which  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

3  Gay  is  thy  morning :  flattering  hope 

Thy  sprightly  steps  attends ; 
But  soon  the  tempest  howls  behind, 
And  the  dark  night  descends  ! 

4  Before  its  splendid  hour,  the  cloud 

Comes  o'er  the  beam  of  light; 
A  pilgrim  in  a  weary  land, 
Man  tarries  but  a  night  J 

465.  Jer.  xiii.  16.  S.  M. 

1  THE  swift  declining  day. 
How  fast  its  moments  fly ! 

While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 
And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 

And  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
At  once  eternal  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  whirling  sphere : 
Submissive  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  luster  break 
Through  death's  impending  gloom, 

And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 
In  your  celestial  home. 

4100*  Warnings  from  the  dead.  C.  M. 

1  BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour ! 


TIME.  531 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know : 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

6  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  dead  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 

407.  Our  fathers.     Zech.  i.  5.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea ! 
The  tide  that  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity. 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor  gone ! 

3  And  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 
Nor  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

4  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend  ! 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

5  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 


532  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

468.  Life  the  Jay  of  grace  and  hope.    Eccl.  ix.  4,  5,  6, 10.     L.  M. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given, 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  j 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred,  and  their  love,  is  lost ; 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that 's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work,  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

4:00*  Swiftness  of  time.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  TIME  is  bearing  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that 's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Inclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  bearing  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 
A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 


DEATH.  533 

3  But  the  saints  shall  soon  enjoy, 
Life — immortal  life  above, 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  in  love. 

4LTO,  The  great  journey.     Job,  xvi.  22.  L.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  path  that  mortals  tread 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  stay, 
Nor  can  we  measure  back  our  way. 

2  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone ; 
Know,  O  my  soul,  this  doom  thine  own : 
Feeble  as  theirs,  my  mortal  frame, 
The  same  my  way,  my  house  the  same. 

3  And  must  I,  from  the  cheerful  light, 
Pass  to  the  grave's  perpetual  night, — 
From  scenes  of  duty,  means  of  grace, 
Must  I  to  God's  tribunal  pass  ? 

4  Awake,  my  soul,  thy  way  prepare, 
And  lose,  in  this,  each  mortal  care  ; 
With  steady  feet  that  path  be  trod, 
Which  through  the  grave  conducts  to  God. 


DEATH. 

4LT1.  Death  and  eternity.  CM. 

1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  use  to  rise, 

Converse  awhile  with  death  ; 

Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  But,  Oh,  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  trace  its  wondrous  way. 

3  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  1 
O  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 
45* 


534  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Jesus,  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand, 
My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  the  dust. 

£:€/£•    Death  and  judgment  appointed  to  all.    Heb.  ix.  27.     C.  M. 

1  HEAVEN  has  confirmed  the  great  decree, 

That  Adam's  race  must  die : 
One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 

Where  you  must  quickly  dwell ; 
Hark  !   how  the  awful  summons  sounds. 
In  every  funeral  knell ! 

3  Once  you  must  die,  and  once  for  all, — 

The  solemn  sentence  weigh ; 
For  know,  that  heaven  and  hell  are  hung 
On  that  important  day. 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  vailed, 

Must  wake,  the  Judge  to  see ; 
And  every  word,  and  every  thought, 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

5  O  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold 

My  Saviour  and  my  friend, 
And  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 

173.  The  issues  of  life  and  death.  S.  M. 

1  O,  W^HERE  shall  rest  be  found— 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 


DEATH    OF    BELIEVERS.  535 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face. 
And  evermore  undone. 


DEATH   OF  BELIEVERS. 

4:74:  ■  The  dying  believer  to  his  soul.  7s.  D. 

1  DEATHLESS  principle,  arise; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies ; 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go  to  shine  before  his  throne, 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown : 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Born  of  God — to  God  return. 

2  Lo  !  he  beckons  from  on  high, 
Fearless,  to  his  presence  fly : 
Thine  the  merit  of  his  blood, 
Thine  the  righteousness  of  God. 
Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
Hovering  round  thy  pillow  bend  ; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given. 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 

3  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away : 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 
Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream : 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  him  ; 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar. 

4  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade ; 

Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er, 

See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore : 


536  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given, 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 

475.  1  Cor.  xv.  55.  P.  M 

1  VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Q,uit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame. 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease, fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark!  they  whisper:  angels  say. 
:  Sister  spirit,  come  away.' 

— What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes :  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  ;   my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring. 
Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 

0  Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  1 
O  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting  1 

4t#  ©•  The  svmmons.  7s. 

1  '  SPIRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay; 

Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath  ; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death :' 
Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  meek  believer  dies  ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 

And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

2  c  Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  wo  ; 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest :' 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 


DEATH   OF  BELIEVERS.  537 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  relic  in  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise  : 
Hark  !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls — 

{  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay ; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day. ' 

477 «  Peace  to  the  departing  saint.  8s  &  7s.  D. 

1  HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 

All  thy  mourning  days  below: 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attended. 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go  ! 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest: 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain ; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

478.  The  dead  who  die  in  the  Lord.  C.  M: 

1  IN  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 
When  he  resigns  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks ; 

One  effort — and  he 's  gone  ! 

And  lo  !  the  willing  spirit  takes 

Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  We  strive,  but  all  our  efforts  fail 

To  trace  that  upward  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  vail, 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 
Y* 


538  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Yet  though  we  see  them  not — we  know, 

Saints  are  supremely  blest ; 
Are  freed  from  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  his  name  they  praise, 

His  face  they  always  view ; — 
And  if  we  here  their  footsteps  trace, 
There  we  shall  praise  him  too. 

479.  The  same.  S.M. 

1  O  FOR  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 

O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

5  O  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

480.  Rev.  xiv.  3.  CM. 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 


DEATH    OF    BELIEVERS.  539 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

4:81.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 

When  sinks  his  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 

Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing : 

0  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  now, 
And  where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ! 

4858  •  Death  disarmed.  L.  M. 

1  WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly,  fearless,  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

483.  Victory  over  death.     ]  Cor.  xv.  55— 57.  CM. 

1  O  FOR  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ; 
To  triumph  o'er  approaching  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  ' 


540  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 

'  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ? 

And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting  V 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I'm  secure; 

Death  has  no  sting  beside  : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; — 
Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we  die. 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 


DEATH   OF   CHRISTIAN   FRIENDS. 
4:84  •  The  death  and  burial  of  a  saint.  C.  M. 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed 

And  softened  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  we  too  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


DEATH    OF    CHRISTIAN    FRIENDS.  541 

485.  1  Thess.  iv.  13.  C.  M. 

1  WHY  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own  ; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  wo 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close. 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest: 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 

God  has  recalled  his  own ; 
And  let  our  hearts,  in  every  wo, 
Still  say,—''  Thy  will  be  done  !' 

4^t>«  Friends  separated  by  death.  S.  H.  M. 

1  FRIEND  after  friend  departs : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
Formed  for  the  good  alone  : 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 


542  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

487 •  Mourners  consoled.  8s  &  7s. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  "While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die  ! 

4  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

4:88i  The  good  mans  grace.     Deut.  xxxiv.  6.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  he,  who  from  the  scourge  of  wrong, 

Aroused  the  chosen  tribes  to  fly, 
Saw  the  fair  region,  promised  long, 
And  bowed  him  on  the  hills  to  die, — 

2  God  made  his  grave  to  men  unknown, 

Where  Moab's  rocks  a  vale  infold, 
And  laid  the  aged  seer  alone, 

To  slumber  while  the  world  grows  old. 

3  Thus  still,  whene'er  the  good  and  just 

Close  the  dim  eye  on  life  and  pain, 
Heaven  watches  o'er  their  sleeping  dust, 
Till  the  pure  spirit  comes  again. 

4  Though  nameless,  trampled,  and  forgot, 

His  servant's  humble  ashes  lie,  • 
Yet  God  has  marked  and  sealed  the  spot, 
To  call  its  inmate  to  the  sky. 


THE    RESURRECTION.  543 

THE   RESURRECTION. 

480.      Hope  of  Heaven  by  the  resurrection,  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  Pet.  i.  3—5. 

1  BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 
So  all  his  followers  must. 

4  There 's  an  inheritance  divine 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled. 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here. 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

4:90.         Triumph  over  death.     Job,  xix.  25,  26,  27.  CM. 

1  GREAT  God.  I  own  thy  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tomb  ; 
For  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
My  Saviour,  God,  shall  come. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  seat. 
And  death,  the  "last  of  all  his  foes. 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 


544  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

4  Then  shall  I  see  thy  imvailed  face 
With  strong,  immortal  eyes, 
And  feast  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 

491.  Job,  xix.  25,  26.  S.  M. 

1  AND  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  live?. 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Locks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face. 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

49S.  1   Cor.  xv.  57.  C.  M. 

1  LORD,  I  commit  my  soul  to  thee  ; 

Accept  the  sacred  trust ; 
Receive  this  nobler  part  of  me, 
And  watch  my  sleeping  dust : — 

2  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  clothed  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies. 

3  When  thy  triumphant  armies  sing 

The  honors  of  thy  name, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  glory  to  the  Lamb  ; — 


THE    RESURRECTION.  545 

4  O  let  me  join  the  raptured  lays, 
And  with  the  blissful  throng 
Resound  salvation,  power,  and  praise, 
In  everlasting  song. 

4:93*  A  christian  assured  of  heaven.  C.  M. 

2  Tim.  iv.  G,  7,  8,  13. 

1  DEATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now. 

And  bear  my  spirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  1 

2  With  heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finished  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  see, 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design  ; 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain ; 

To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise.     Amen. 

494.  1  Thess.  iv.  14—17.  C.  M. 

1  LO  !  I  behold  the  scattering  shades, 

The  dawn  of  heaven  appears  ; 
The  sweet  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

2  I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
Th6  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 
46* 


546  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  I  hear  the  voice, — '  Ye  dead,  arise !' 

And,  lo  !  the  graves  obey ; 
And  waking  saints,  vnth  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

4  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  midway  air, 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  him  there. 

5  O  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them  clothed  in  white  ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

6  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward,  through  the  skies, 
On  love's  triumphant  wing. 

495  •  Hope  in  the  Resurrection.  C  M. 

1  THROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  followers  of  our  suffering  Lord, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  buried,  or  extinct, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 


THE     JUDGMENT.  547 


6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays  ; 
And  the  long  silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


THE    JUDGMENT. 


496.  The  great  day.  L.  M. 

1  THE  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! — 
What  power  shall  he  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? — 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll, 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ? 

3  O,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

497»  The  Lord  coming  to  judgment.  S.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  day  is  come  ; 

The  righteous  Judge  is  near ; 
And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom. 
Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 

2  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar  ! 
The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 
And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

3  The  whole  creation  groans ; 

But  saints  arise  and  sing: 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  their  God  and  King. 

40$ •  The  books  opened.     Rev.  xx.  12.  L.  M. 

1  METHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  prisoners  under  ground. 


543  public  woitsiiip. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
Awed  by  the  Judge's  high  command  ; 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

3  Behold  the  awful  books  displayed. 
Big  with  the  important  fates  of  men ; 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  heaven's  unerring  pen. 

4  To  every  soul,  the  books  assign 
The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward; 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine  : 
No  pleas  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 

5  Lord  !  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 
May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve  : 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enrolled, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

4L90*  Christ,  coming  to  judgment.  8s  &  7s.    Irrez. 

1  GREAT  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear?— 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated ! 
The  trumpet  sounds — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  ! — 

Prepare,  my  soul !  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise. 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding". 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day, 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? — 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 
Low  at  his  cross  I  view  the  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


THE    JUDGMENT.  549 


500.  Day  of  judgment.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  : 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing. 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say, — :  This  God  is  mine  !' 
Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 
Careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  But  to  those  w]jp  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say, — '  Come  near,  ye  blessed  ! 

See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 
You  forever 

Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.' 

oOl*  Christ's  second  coming.  8s,  75  &  4, 

1  LO  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
T'hose  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree. 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 


550  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day  — 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away. 

4  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known  ! 

O  come  quickly, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

502.  2  Thess.  i.  7.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  will  come  ;  the  earth  shall  quake ; 
The  hills  their  ancient  seats  forsake ; 

And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  ;  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, — 

A  quiet  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, — 

The  bruised,  the  surTering,^and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Then  sinners  to  the  rocks  shall  call, 
And  bid  the  mountains  on  them  fall ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy, — '  The  Lord  is  come.' 

503.  The  midnight  cry.     Matt.  xxv.  6.  H.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour  comes  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  : 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord.     • 

2  Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky ; 

Your  everlasting  Friend : 
Your  head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend : 


TIIE    JUDGMENT.  551 

Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  vail,  his  face. 

3  The«everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 
With  seraphs,  thrones,  and  powers, 
In  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
And  far  from  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin, 
To  reign  in  peace  and  light  divine. 

4  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound : 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found  ! 
Enrobed  in  righteousness  divine, 
In  which  the  saints  shall  ever  shine. 

50 4t  •  The  final  judgment  anticipated.  S,  M- 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend, 
And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and"  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished  shrink  away  1 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

•50©*  Final  banishment  from  God  intolerable.  C  M. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come  ; 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 


552  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Thou  glorious  Source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  sound — depart ! 

3  Oh.  wretched  state  of  deep  despair — 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  O  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

500.  Solemn  contemplation  of  the  judgment.  "C.  M. 

1  WHEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face — 
O  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

2  E'en  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought. 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

507.  The  same.  C.  P.  If. 

1  LO!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

'  Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand ; 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  "things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 


THE     JUDGMENT.  553 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, — 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

*_>08»  Watchfulness  and  prayer.  S.  M.    D. 

1  THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  ; 
Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day  ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

2  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

To  wake  our  gracious  fears, 
Forever  let  th'  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears, 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, — 

1  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ! 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  !' 

3  O  may  we  thus  be  found, 

Obedient  to  thy  word ; 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 
O  may  we  thus  insure 

Our  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 


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554  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

500.      The  judgment  day  anticipated.    Matt.  xxv.  33.     C.  P.  M. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come, 
To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I. 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  Blest  Saviour !  grant  it  by  thy  grace  : 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place. 

In  this  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice.  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

3  And  when  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound. 
Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then  in  triumphant  strains  I  '11  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace ! 


HEAVEN. 
OlO*  A  prospect  of  heaven  makes  death  easy.  C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 

And  never-withering  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea. 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 


HEAVEN.  Obb 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove. 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes : — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

511,  The  promised  land.  CM. 

1  ON  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting  rapturous  scene. 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  sun.  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  1 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

dl2*  Heaven  invisible  and  holy.  C.  M. 

1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.     Rev.  xxi'.  27. 
1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 


556  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame : 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life ; 

There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 

013*  The  mansion  above.     2  Cor.  v.  1,  5 — 8.  CM. 

1  THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands. 

Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'T  is  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven, 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present.  Lord,  with  thee. 


heaven.  557 

♦Til.  God  the  everlasting  light.     Isa.  lx.  20.  C.  M. 

1  YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light : 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 


No  more  demands  thine  aid. 


3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light, 

Shall  there  his  beams  display ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes  ; 

Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 

Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  infinite  delight. 

•>1*B.  A  thought  of  death  and  glory.  C.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 

And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead ; — 

3  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

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558  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay, 
Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

OlC  The  sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  heaven.  L.  M. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  ; 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 

The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ; — 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O,  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  O,  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount,  to  dwell  above ; 
And  stand,  and  bow,  and  worship  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 

#517»  The  everlasting  song.  C.  M. 

1  EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long! 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blessed  man,  my  Saviour  sits: 

The  God !  how  bright  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 


HEAVEN.  559 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains. 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  thy  love  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, — 
Here's  joyful  wrork  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

7  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit, 

There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

Ol^«  The  glory  of  Christ  in  heaven.  C.  M. 

1  O,  THE  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 

The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace ! 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow: 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise 

Through  every  heavenly  street, 
And  lay  their  highest  honors  down 
Submissive  atThis  feet. 

4  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unseen,  adore  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 


560  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight, 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay; 
And  wish  thy  fiery  chariots.  Lord, 
To  bear  our  souls  away. 

«>10*      The  heavenly  Jerusalem.     Rev.  xxi.  and  xxii.  C.  M 

1  JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
In  joy,  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

2  O,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blessed  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo  ? 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay? 
I  've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below. 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

d20*       The  homeward  pilgrimage.     1  Thess.  iv.  17.  S.  M 

1  'FOREVER  with  the  Lord!'— 

So,  Jesus  !  let  it  be: 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 
'T  is  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent, 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 


HEAVEN.  561 

3  '  Forever  with  the  Lord  !' 

Saviour,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death. 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, — 
'  Forever  with  the  Lord ! ' 

«?21.  The  martyrs  glorified.     Rev.  vii.  13— 17.  CM. 

1  THESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ? 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys. 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  washed  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesus's  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  holy  One. 

4  The  unvailed  glories  of  his  face 

Among  nis  saints  reside  ; 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


562  PUBLIC     WORSHIP. 

«>22*        The  Song  of  the  hundred  arid  forty  and-  fovr  7s.  D. 

thousand.     Rev.  vii.  9 — 17. 

1  WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? — 
1  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain ; 

New  dominion  every  hour.' 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod ! — 

These  from  great  affliction  came : 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 
Them,  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

«>23.  The    glorified    saints.     Rev.  vii.  9.  7s 

1  PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright. 

Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light ; 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors,  they. 

2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 
Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

3  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, — 
1  Take  the  kingdom  ;  it  is  thine, 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  Lords.' 


HEAVEN.  563 

4  Round  the  altar  priests  confess, 

If  their  rohes  are  white  as  snow, 
'T  was  their  Saviour's  righteousness, 
And  his  blood,  that  made  them  so. 

5  Who  are  these  ?     On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 
But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 

6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us : 

Ah !  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine,  on  high  ! 

524:.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above — how  great  their  joys! 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, — 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

5?35»  Ancient  examples  of  faith.  CM. 

1  RISE,  O  my  soul — pursue  the  path 
By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 


ol  r^LLC     WORSHIP. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear. 

And  in  example  live ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'T  was  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood, 
■     They  conquered  every  foe  ; 

To  his  almighty  power  and  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 


CLOSE    OF  WORSHIP. 
e)2G«  Worship  concluded.  L.  M. 

1  THY  presence,  everlasting  God, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes  which  cannot  sleep 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain  ; 
When  absent,  Father,  let  us  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

3  To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet ; 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Permit  us,  Lord,  within  thy  house, 
Again  to  pay  our  grateful  vows  ; 
Or  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Then  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne. 

5557.  The  same.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  j 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP.  565 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence, 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey. 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

528.  The  same.  8s  &  7s.     D. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 
And  possess  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

529.  Heb.  xni.  20,  21.  7s. 

1  NOW  may  he  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  king  and  head. 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfill 

What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight ; 
Make  us  perfect  in  his  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 

3  To  that  great  Redeemer's  praise, 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God. 

530.  The  same.  8s.    A. 

1  THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend  ; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end, 
48 


566  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  'T  is  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
We  '11  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that 's  to  come. 

Oc^Jf.*  Worship  concluded.  L.  M. 

1  DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

532.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join, 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine  ! 

2  Thus  may  our  joys  increase, 

Our  love  more  ardent  grow, 
While  rich  supplies  of  Jesus'  grace 
Refresh  our  souls  below. 

3  But,  O,  the  bliss  sublime, 

When  joy  shall  be  complete, 

In  that  unclouded,  glorious  clime 

Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

4  Then  shall  the  ransomed  throng 

The  Saviour's  love  record, 
And  shout,  in  everlasting  song, — 
1  Salvation  to  the  Lord  !' 

533.  Heb.  xiii.  20, 21.  CM. 

1  THE  God  of  peace,  who  from  the  dead 
Hath  raised  our  dying  Lord, 
And,  through  the  covenant  in  his  blood, 
Our  souls  to  peace,  restored : — 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP.  567 

2  Confirm  our  hearts,  in  each  good  work, 

To  do  his  perfect  will ; 
That,  made  well  pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Our  course  with  joy  we  fill. 

3  So  shall  we,  in  his  heavenly  courts, 

Hereafter,  ever  live ; 
And  to  his  name,  through  Jesus  Christ, 
Eternal  glory  give. 

534.  Rom.  xvi.  25,  27.     Eph.  vi.  23,  24.  S.  M. 

1  LORD,  at  this  closing  hour, 

Establish  every  heart 
Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give  ; 

Fill  ail  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
And  seek  our  rest  above. 

3  Through  changes,  bright  or  drear, 

We  would  thy  will  pursue ; 
And  toil  to  spread  thy  kingdom  here. 
Till  we  its  glory  view. 

4  To  God.  (he  Only  Wise, 

In  every  age  adored. 
Let  glory  from  the  church  arise 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

BAPTISM. 
tj£$$>.  Baptism  of  adult  converts.  L    M. 

1  OBEDIENT  to  our  Zion's  King, 
We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 

These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face  ; 
O  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace  ; 
Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine  ; 
Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine. 

3  Ye,  who  your  native  vileness  mourn, 
And  to  the  great  Redeemer  turn, 
Arise,  his  gracious  call  obey, 

And  be  baptized  without  delay. 

530*  The  baptism  of  a  household.  L.  M. 

1  UNITED  prayers  ascend  to  thee, 

Eternal  Parent  of  mankind  ; 
Smile  on  this  waiting  family — 

Thy  face  they  seek,  and  let  them  find. 

2  Let  the  dear  children  of  their  love, 

Like  tender  plants  around  them  grow ; 
Thy  present  grace,  and  joys  above, 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

3  Receive,  at  their  obedient  hand, 

The  treasures  they  devote  as  thine ; 
They  come,  our  Lord,  at  thy  command. 
O  seal  the  rite  with  power  divine. 

t>0«  »  Children  devoted  to  God.  C.  M. 

Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.     Acts,  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 

1  THUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord,— 

'  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
I'll  bless  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  for  me.' 

2  Abra'm  believed  the  promised  grace, 

And  gave  his  son  to  God  ; 
But  water  seals  the  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  sealed  with  blood. 


BAPTISM.  569 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house, 

When  she  received  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

*>O0»  Abraham's  blessing  on  the  Gentiles.  C.  M. 

Gen.  xvii.  7.     Rom.  xv.  8.     Mark,  x.  14. 

1  HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abra'm  and  his  seed  ! — 
'  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need.' 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms. 

To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

039«      Christ's  condescension  to  children.    Mark,  x.  14.        C.  M. 

1  SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  '  Permit  them  to  approach,'  he  cries, 

'  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
It  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came.' 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  fervent  prayer, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be  ! 

48* 


570  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 
Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

*>4xp»       The  covenant  with  believers  and  their  offspring.         S.  M 

1  OUR  children  thou  dost  claim, 

O  Lord,  our  God,  as  thine  : 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name, 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 

Thee  let  the  sons  adore  ; 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

3  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God ; 
To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

541.  Psalm  ciii.  17,  18.  CM. 

1  O  LORD,  thy  covenant  is  sure 

To  all  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
Thy  mercies  age  on  age  endure, 
Eternally  the  same. 

2  In  thee  our  fathers  put  their  trust  j 

Thy  ways  they  humbly  trod  ; 
Honored  and  sacred  is  their  dust, 
And  still  they  live  to  God. 

3  Heirs  to  their  faith,  their  hope,  their  prayers. 

We  the  same  path  pursue : 
Entail  the  blessing  to  our  heirs  ; 
Lord !  show  thy  promise  true. 

549*  The  baptism  of  the  Holy  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high ; 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 
The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 


the  lord's  supper.  .      571 

Exert  thy  energy  divine. 

And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood  ; 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  join 

To  seal  this  child,  a  child  of  God. 


THE   LORD'S    SUPPER. 

*>43«  A  memorial  of  our  absent  Lord.  L.  M. 

Luke,xxii.l9,  20. 

1  JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  hot ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind,  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem  ; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 
'T  is  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

54:4: •  Divine  love  making  a  feast.  C.  M. 

Luke,  xiv.  17,  22, 23. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors  ; 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongues, — 
'  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest ! 

3  ;  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there 's  room  ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
And  rather  starve  than  come  V 


572  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  'T  was  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  drew  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste. 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations.  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

t>4:d.  Communion  with  Christ  and  with  saints.  S.  M. 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board ; 

Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined. 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

54L©.        The  New- Testament  in  the  blood  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  THE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  forever  good: — 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word, 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  strength,  and  pardoning  grace, 

And  glory,  shall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 


the  lord's  supper.  573 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own. 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan. 
And  ratified  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name, 

Who  blessed  us  in  his  will, 

And  to  his  testament  of  love, 

Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 

54:7.  Grateful  remembrance.     Luke,  xsii.  19.  C.  M. 

1  ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word. 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord. 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  thee : — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me. 

548.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  IF  human  kindness  meets  return 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ;   — 


574  SACRAMENTAL. 

2  O,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell — • 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  wo  ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
'  Meet  and  remember  me  !' 

4  Remember  thee — thy  death,  thy  shame. 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! — 
O  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 

549.  The  same.  C,  M. 

1  LORD  !  at  thy  table  I  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

2  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

3  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love. 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

4  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord ! 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

»>»>0.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  AT  thy  command.  O  Lord,  our  hope, 

We  come  around  thy  table  here ; 
We  break  the  bread,  we  bless  the  cup 
That  show  thy  death  till  thou  appear. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 


THE    LORDS    SUPPER.  575 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ! 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, — 

'  He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come.' 

OOl»  Showing  the  Lord's  death  till  he  come.  lis. 

1  Cor.  xi.  26. 

1  O  THOU  who  hast  died  to  redeem  us  from  hell, 
These  signs  hast  thou  left,  of  thy  kindness  to  tell ; 
The  bread  we  have  broken,    the   cup  we  have 

blessed, 
Still  speak  of  thy  death,  our  atonement  and  priest. 

2  While  thus,  in  remembrance,  thine  anguish  we  see, 
One  tie  binds  our  spirits,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee ; 
Thy  body  was  broken  to  make  us  thine  own, — 
All  saved  from  one  ruin, — in  thee  we  are  one. 

3  We  drink  of  the  wine,  remembering  thy  blood, 
Once  shed  to  redeem  all  the  chosen  of  God, — 

O  come  the  blest  day,  when  to  us  'twill  be  given, 
To  drink  of  it  new  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

dOSt  The  Saviovr  invoked  at  his  table.  9s  &  8s. 

1  BREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 

Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ; — 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 

Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

OuOi  Consecration  remembered  and  renewed.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribule  which  we  bring; 
Accept  the  well  deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 


576 


SACRAMENTAL. 


2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day ! 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 

Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

"«*'*•  Earnest  supplication  to  Christ.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  LAMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  : 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary. 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray — 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  : 
Burst  our  bonds,  and  set  us  free, 

From  all  sin  do  thou  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

3  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Own  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree. 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

vOO«  The  Lord's  supper  a  memorial.  7s. 

1  Cor.  xi.  26. 
1  MANY  centuries  have  fled 
Since  our  Saviour  broke  the  bread; 


the  lord's  supper.  577 

And  this  sacred  feast  ordained, 
Ever  by  his  church  retained : 
Those  his  body  who  discern. 
Thus  shall  meet  till  his  return. 

2  Through  the  churches'  long  eclipse, 
When,  from  priest  or -pastor's  lips, 
Truth  divine  was  never  heard. — 
Mid  the  famine  of  the  word, 

Still  these  symbols  witness  gave 
To  his  love  who  died  to  save. 

3  All  who  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
Here  their  common  faith  proclaim ; 
Though  diverse  in  tongue  or  rite. 
Here,  one  body  we  unite  ; 
Breaking  thus  one  mystic  bread, 
Members  of  one  common  head. 

4  Come,  the  blessed  emblems  share, 
Which  the  Saviour's  death  declare : 
Come,  on  truth  immortal  feed ; 
For  his  flesh  is  meat  indeed : 
Saviour  !  witness  with  the  sign, 
That  our  ransomed  souls  are  thine. 

OdO<  After  the  Communion.  C.  M. 

1  LORD,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast — 

The  earnest  of  thy  love — 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  healing  sense  of  pardoned  sin, — 

The  hope  that  never  tires, — 
The  strength  a  pilgrim's  race  to  win, — 
The  joy  that  heaven  inspires, — 

3  Still  may  their  light,  our  duties  trace. 

In  lines  of  hallowed  flame. 
Like  that  upon  the  Prophet's  face, 
When  from  the  mount  he  came. 

4  But  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  banquet-board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer, — 
49 


578  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

5  Forget  us  not, — when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste : — 

6  Forget  not, — thou  who  bore  the  wo 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree. — 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below 
Have  thus  remembered  thee. 


ORDINATIONS     AND     COUNCILS. 
557 •      The  apostles''  commission.     Matt,  xxviii.  18 — 20.      L.  M- 

1  'GO,  preach  my  gospel,'  saith  the  Lord, 

'  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word; 
And  he  condemned  that  won't  believe. 

2  'I'll  make  your  great  commission  known. 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  '  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands ; 

I  'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend.' 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head. 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

OOo.  The  Institution  of  a  gospel  ministry  from  L.  M 

Christ.     Eph.  iv.  8,  11,  12. 

1  THE  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

2  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honored  name. 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame : 

In  lowlier  forms  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teacher*  rise. 


ORDINATIONS    AND    COUNCILS.  579 

3  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow ; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise. 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

Ou9t      Ordination  in  an  ancient  New  England  church.  L.  M. 

1  HERE,  Lord  of  life  and  light,  to  thee 
Our  pilgrim  fathers  bowed  the  knee ; 
Thou  heard'st  their  prayer,  and  in  this  place 
They  reared  the  temple  of  thy  grace. 

2  Here  thy  own  servants  preached  thy  word, 
Safe  from  the  prison  and  the  sword ; 

Nor  preached  in  vain,  each  rollirffr  year 
Gave  witness  that  the  Lord  was  here. 

3  Here  still  thy  word  is  preached,  and  still, 
As  once  on  Zion's  sacred  hill. 

Thy  grace  descends  like  timely  showers, — 
For  still  our  fathers'  God  is  ours. 

4  Amid  our  fathers'  graves,  to-day, 

To  thee,  our  fathers'  God,  we  pray — 
Here  on  thy  church,  till  time  shall  end, 
Let  showers  of  heavenly  grace  descend. 

OoO*  The  responsibility  of  ministers.  CM. 

1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm,  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  those  for  whom  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
~or  souls,  that  must  for 
In  rapture,  or  in  wo. 


580  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults. 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach. 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

«M9l«  Meeting  of  ministers.  L.  M. 

1  POUR  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 

Lord !  thine  assembled  servants  bless  ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love  : — 

3  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep : — 

4  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign: 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear 

O  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  thine  ! 

562.  The  same,     1  Peter,  v.  3.  C  M. 

1  CHIEF  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  sheep, 

From  death  and  sin  set  free, 
May  every  under-shepherd  keep 
His  eye  intent,  on  thee  ! 

2  With  plenteous  grace  their  hearts  prepare, 

To  execute  thy  will ; 
Compassion,  patience,  love,  and  care, 
And  faithfulness  and  skill. 

3  Inflame  their  minds  with  holy  zeal, 

Their  flocks  to  feed  and  teach ; 

And  let  them  live,  and  let  them  feel, 

The  sacred  truths  they  preach. 


CHURCH    MEETINGS.  581 

503 •      The  honor  of  converting  sinners.     Dan.  xii.  3.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  blest  are  those,  how  truly  wise. 

Who  learn  and  keep  the  sacred  road  ! 
How  happy  they  whom  heaven  employs 
To  turn  rebellious  hearts  to  God: — 

2  To  win  them  from  the  fatal  way 

Where  erring  folly  thoughtless  roves, 
And  that  blest  righteousness  display 

Which  Jesus  wrought  and  God  approves. 

3  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 

And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light ; 
But  these  shall  know  nor  change  nor  shade, 
Forever  fair,  forever  bright. 


CHURCH     MEETING 


f>f>-l .       At  the  forming  of  a  church.     Isa.  lvi.  6,  7.  H.  M. 

Matt.  xxi.  13.     Eph.  ii.  13,  19. 

1  GREAT  Father  of  mankind, 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find 

Within  thy  courts  a  place. 
How  kind  the  care  our  God  displays, 
For  us  to  raise  a  house  of  prayer ! 

2  Though  once  estranged  far, 

We  now  approach  the  throne ; 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  own. 
Strangers  no  more,  to  thee  we  come, 
And  find  our  home,  and  rest  secure. 

3  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 

And  love  thy  sacred  name  : 
No  more  our  own,  but  thine, 
We  triumph  in  thy  claim. 
Our  Father  King,  thy  covenant  grace 
Our  souls  embrace,  thy  titles  sing. 

4  May  all  the  nations  throng 

To  worship  in  thy  house  ; 
And  thou  attend  the  song, 
And  smile  upon  their  vows  ; 
Indulgent  still,  till  earth  conspire 
To  join  the  choir  on  Zion's  hill. 
49* 


582  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

ODdt  Welcome  to  christian  frle ads.  L.  M. 

1  MAY  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

2  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme. 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

3  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did,  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

4  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We  '11  love  and  wonder  and  adore, 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

«l66i  Direction  sought  in  the  choice  of  a  pastor.  L.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  thy  pitying  eye  surveys 

Our  wandering  paths,  our  trackless  ways : 
Send  forth,  in  love,  thy  truth  and  light. 
To  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  In  humble  faith,  behold,  we  wait ; 
On  thee  we  call  at  mercy's  gate ; 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God  !  sustain. 
Shall  Israel  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

3  O  Lord !  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls,  and  dear  to  thee. 

4  Fed  by  his  care,  our  tongues  shall  raise 
A  cheerful  tribute  to  thy  praise : 

Our  children  learn  the  grateful  song, 
And  theirs  the  cheerful  notes  prolong. 

d6  •  •  Prayer  for  a  sick  Pastor,  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down  ! 
Avert  thy  swift-descend  in  or  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock 


CHURCH    MEETINGS.  583 

2  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save : 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

3  Bound  to  his  sojal  by  tenderest  ties. 
We  suffer  while  in  pain  he  lies : 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God  !  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  trembling  heart. 

4  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  cannot  prevail ; 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

Ov8i  For  the  choice,  or  setting  apart  of  a  deacon.  L    M. 

1  GREAT  King  of  saints,  enthroned  on  high, 

Under  thy  care  thy  churches  live  : 
Thou  dost  their  various  wants  supply, 
And  well-appointed  elders  give. 

2  For  pastors  may  thy  name  be  blessed, 

Who  teach  the  doctrines  of  the  Lord ; 
On  deacons  may  thy  favor  rest, 
Chosen  according  to  thy  word. 

3  While  they  their  works  assigned  fulfill, 

O  may  their  souls  with  grace  be  crowned  : 
And  patience,  sympathy,  and  zeal, 
With  meekness  in  their  lives  abound. 

4  Sound  in  the  faith,  in  conscience  clear, 

Ever  may  they  themselves  approve  ; 
Sober  and  just,  devout,  sincere, 
Guided  by  wisdom  from  above. 

5  And  when  their  service  here  is  done, 

Their  labors  and  their  conflicts  o'er, 

Then  may  they  wait  before  thy  throne, 

In  heaven  to  praise  thee  evermore. 

♦500.  For  a  church  fast.  L.  M 

1  LORD,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days. 
We  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face ; 
And  when  to  happier  days  we  turn, 
Those  days  but  teach  us  how  to  mourn. 


584  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

,  2  The  blessing  from'  thy  truth  withdrawn, 
Its  quickening,  saving  influence  gone — 
Unwarned,  unwakened,  sinners  hear, 
Nor  see  their  awful  danger  near. 

3  In  dews  unseen,  or  scanty  showers, 
Thy  Spirit  sheds  his  healing  powers ; 
The  thirsty  ground  is  parched  beneath, 
And  all  is  barrenness  and  death. 

4  Yet  still  thy  name  be  ever  blessed, 
On  thee  our  hope  shall  safely  rest ; 
Thy  saints  shall  yet  exult  arid  sing 
The  matchless  glories  of  their  king. 


ACCESSIONS    TO     THE     CHURCH. 
♦570.  Covenant  union.     Jer.  1.  5.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  our  fervent  prayer. 

3  Come,  let  us  seal,  without  delay, 

The  covenant  of  his  grace  : 
Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  memory  efface. 

4  Thus  may  our  rising  offspring  haste 

To  seek  their  fathers'  God ; 
Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  youthful  feet  have  trod. 

*>71»  The  christian  profession.  CM. 

1  WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels  now, 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : — 


ACCESSIONS  TO  THE  CHURCH.      595 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield, 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart. 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright. 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers. 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

5*7 S«  Choosing  the  heritage  of  GocVs  people.  7s. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found  : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest : 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, — 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

57w«  Vows  remembered  and  renewed.  L.  M! 

1  O  HAPPY  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


586  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

3  'T  is  done  ;  the  great  transaction 's  done : 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear  j 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless,  in  death,  a  bond  so  dear. 

O  •  4:»  Welcome  to  christian  fellowship.  L.  M. 

1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God. 

In  Jesus'  name  we  bid  thee  come ; 
No  more  thy  feet  shall  roam  abroad, 
Henceforth  a  brother, — welcome  home. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove. 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
O  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above  ! 

■■'S75»  Praise  for  accessions  to  the  church.  H.  M. 

1  ALL  hail,  incarnate  God  ; 

The  wondrous  things  foretold 
Of  thee  in  sacred  writ, 
With  joy  our  eyes  behold. 
Still  does  thine  arm  new  trophies  wear. 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2  To  thee  the  hoary  head 

Its  silver  honors  pays. 
To  thee  the  blooming  youth 

Devotes  his  brightest  days. 
And  every  age  its  tribute  brings, 
And  bows  to  thee,  the  King  of  kings. 


DEDICATIONS.  587 

3  O  haste,  victorious  Prince, 

That  happy  glorious  day, 
When  souls}  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway. 
O  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies. 

4  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Eternal  be  thy  reign  ; 
Behold  the  nations  sue 
To  wear  thy  gentle  chain. 
When  earth  and  time  no  more  endure, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  forever  sure. 


DEDICATIONS, 


0370  •  On  opening  a  place  for  worship.  L.  M. 

1  AND  will  the  great  eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he  from  his  radiant  throne 
Accept  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise ; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise ! 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

♦577.  Tsa.  lvi.  7.  7s. 

1  LORD  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise : 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 


5&S  ECCLESIASTICAL. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread : 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land : 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply : 
Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

«>#r*.  On  opening  a  place  of  xoorship.  H.  M. 

1  IN  sweet  exalted  strains 

The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls, 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 

2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 

His  throne  of  grace  divine  ; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine ; 
Fair  Salem  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

3  Then,  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thy  own  ; 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

4  Here,  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praise  ascend 

All  fragrant  to  the  skies  ; 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  the  joy?  of  heaven  around. 


DEDICATIONS.  589 

5  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above  ; 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

6  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polished  stones, 
Through  long  succeeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

4>«  0»  A  blessing  implored.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  here,  O  Lord,  we  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place. 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

2  When  here  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

3  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, — 

Hosanna  !  to  their  heavenly  King, — 
Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong : 
Hosanna !  let  their  angels  sing. 

4  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest? 

5  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ; 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

580.  The  same.  CM. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 
50 


590  SABBATH    SCHOOL. 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth.  without  end, 
Serenely  by  thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way, 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise. 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 


SABBATH     SCHOOL. 
«5c?l«  Prayer  for  the  young.  CM. 

1  BESTOW,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace, 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  betimes  obey 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love ! 
Ye  rove  in  folly's  dangerous  way, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

O  join  the  public  prayer  ! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

O  shed  yourselves  a  tear ! 

083»  Prayer  of  a  youth.  S.  M. 

1  WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

My  God !  to  thee  I  pray ; 
O  make  me  learn,  whilst  I  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care  ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth. 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL.  591 

3  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  power  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4  O  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days. 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5  May  thy  young  servant  learn 

By  this  to  cleanse  his  way ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern 
That  Leads  to  endless  day. 

o83«  The  power  and  greatness  of  God  C.  M. 

1  HOW  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky ! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty? 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord 

Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
But  they  perform  his  holy  word. 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  heavenly  train, 

And  my  first  offerings  bring ; 
Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

"And  angels  shall  rejoice, 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 

584:.  Childhood  of  Jesus.     Luke,,  ii.  42— 52.  CM. 

1  O  WISDOM  !  whose  unfading  power 
Beside  th'  Eternal  stood, 
To  frame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour, 
The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood ; — 


592  SALBATH    SCHOOL. 

2  Yet  did'et  thou  not  disdain  awhile 

An  infant  form  to  wear, 
To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 
And  lisp  thy  faltered  prayer. 

3  But,  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 

With  Israel's  elders  round, 
Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God. 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

4  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name  ! 

And,  Saviour  !  deign  to  bless 
With  fostering  grace  the  timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness. 

«1§*I.  The  christian  child.  C.  M. 

1  BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ; 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill. 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod. 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power. 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death. 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

«580»      Children  recalling  Christ's  example  and  his  love.        C.  M. 

1  WHEN  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne. 
He  chose  an  humble  birth  ; 
Like  us,  unhonored  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL.  593 

2  Like  him,  may  we  he  found  below 

In  wisdom's  path  of  peace  ; 
Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow, 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words,  and  kind  his  look, 

When  mothers  round  him  pressed  ; 
Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took, 
And  on  his  bosom  blessed. 


Beneath  his  watchful  eye, 
Thus  in  the  circle  of  his  arms, 
May  we  forever  lie. 

«58T.  Hosannas  to  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains, 
Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  ? 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
Sweetly  resound  from  Z ion's  hill  ? 

2  Lo  !  't  is  an  infant  chorus  sings, 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  : 

The  Saviour  comes  !  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord  their  Righteousness. 

4  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear ; 
See  David's  son  and  Lord  appear  ! 
Glory  and  praise  on  earth  be  given  ; 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  heaven  ! 

O9o»  Early  instruction.  S.  M. 

1  THE  praises  of  my  tongue 

I  offer  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught  and  learned  so  young, 
To  read  his  holy  word. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  this  book  of  thine 

Informs  me  where  to  go, 
For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 
And  make  me  holy  too. 
50* 


594  SABBATH    SCHOOL. 

3  O,  may  thy  Spirit  teach, 

And  make  my  heart  receive 
Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants  preach, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

4  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord. 

In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 
That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 
And  have  not  learned  in  vain. 

»>89.  A  youth's  thanks  fur  the  Bible.  CM. 

1  GREAT  God  !  with  wonder  and  with  praise 

On  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars  that  in  their  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  given  ; 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 

Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

5  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 

O90>  Children  anticipating  heaven.  C  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 

Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 


MiSiSiO-NARV.  595 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know. 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go. 
IHbund  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 

Our  mortal  frame  decay ; 
Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God,  impress  this  serious  thought, 

To-day,  on  every  breast; 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 

cJ)«F.S.»  Children  praising  God.  7s. 

i  GLORY  to  the  Father  give, 
God  in  whom  we  move  and  live ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 

Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
Be  this  day  a  Pentecost ; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Give  them  tongues  of  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 
For  the  gospel  from  above, 

that  '  God  is  love.' 


MISSIONARY 


592*  The  wants  of  the  heathen.  7s  &  6s. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 


596  MISSIONARY. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone  ! 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation,  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator. 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

O9o«  Prayer  for  the  heathen.  C.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld. 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unvailing  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
.  Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  Oh,  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word  ; 
And  vassals  long  enslaved  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 


MISSIONARY.  597 

5  When  shall  th'  untutored  heathen  tribes. — 

A  dark  bewildered  race. — 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 
And  learn  and  see  his  grace  ? 

6  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise  ! 

0«f4:«  For  home  missions  in  new  settlements.         L.  M.     6  1. 

Isa.  A  3. 

1  CHURCHES  of  Christ,  by  God's  right-hand 
Long  planted  in  this  favored  land  ! 

If  to  your  hearts  his  word  be  dear, 
O  think  of  those  who  pine  to  hear, 
Far  from  their  native  homes  exiled, 
A  pastor's  voice  amid  the  wild. 

2  O  let  a  voice  of  comfort  bless 
The  lone  and  rugged  wilderness : 
Send  faithful  shepherds  forth,  to  feed 
The  scattered  wanderers  in  their  need ; 
Nor  let  a  worse  than  pagan  night 
O'ertake  the  race  that  dwelt  in  light. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  the  ransomed  seed  ! 
For  thy  dispersed  ones  we  plead : 
How  shall  these  multitudes  be  fed  ? 

'T  is  thine  to  multiply  the  bread : 
Richly  hast  thou  our  wants  supplied ; — 
By  us,  for  them,  for  all,  provide. 

595  •         For  the  ancient  eastern  churches.     Rev.  ii.  5.  L.  M, 

1  O  LORD  !  thine  ancient  churches  spare, 
Which  still  thy  name,  though  fallen,  bear ; 
Where  once  thy  bold  apostles  stood, 

And  sealed  thy  truth  with  martyrs'  blood. 

2  Where  now  the  Turk  in  darkness  reigns, 
To  curse  with  blight  earth's  fairest  plains, — 
There  let  again  thy  gospel  shine. 

With  beams  all  bright  and  power  divine. 


598  MISSIONARY. 

3  Where  Jesus  rose  and  left  the  grave, 
There  let  the  cross  its  banner  wave  ; 
While  Syria  sees  her  churches  rise, 
And  hymns  to  Christ  ascend  the  skies. 

4  Let  Nubia's  desert  hear  once  more 
The  Saviour's  voice,  his  love  implore  ; 
Egypt  thy  sacred  word  unroll, 

And  find  that  grace  which  saves  the  soul. 

«d>«MS»  For  the  conversion,  of  the  Jews.  L.  M. 

1  ARISE,  great  God  !  and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race ; 
Restore  the  long-lost,  scattered  band, 
Recall  them  to  their  native  land. 

2  Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal, 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal; 
O  God  of  Israel !  hear  our  prayer, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love? 
Lord,  shall  thy  wrath  forever  burn  1 
And  wilt  thou  ne'er,  appeased,  return  ? 

4  Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart ; 
While  Israel's  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 

0«f#*      Remonstrance  with  the  Jews.    Ps.  cxxxvii.  1 — 6.       L.  M. 

1       WHY,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 

Israel !  still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string  ? — 
Why  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing  1 

2  Awake  ! — thy  sweetest  raptures  raise ; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains: 
Thy  promised  King  his  scepter  sways  j 
Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns  ! 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require  : 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain : 
But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 


MISSIONARY.  599 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong, 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share : 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song ; 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam  ; 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood: 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home. 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

508  •  On  the  departure  of  missionaries.  7s  &  6s. 

1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ! 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales  !  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  deep  shade,  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler ! 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be, 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them — 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee  ! 

O09*  Missionaries  encouraged.  L.  M. 

1  YE  Christian  heroes,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He  '11  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall — - 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 


600  MISSIONARY. 

©©©•  Christ's  messengers.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations, 

Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth, — 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth. — 

Bear  the  tidings, 
Tell  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth. 

2  Go, — and  when  exposed  to  dangers, 

Jesus  will  your  souls  defend  ; 
Go,  and  when  mid  foes  and  strangers. 
He  will  still  appear  your  friend, — 

His  kind  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

OOa*        Cheering  missionary  intelligence.     Isa.  xii.  5.         L.  M. 

1  HARK  !  how  the  distant  nations  sing, 
The  mountains  and  the  valleys  ring; 
And  while  they  welcome  Jacob's  star. 
With  joy  we  listen  from  afar. 

2  'T  is  Jacob's  star  that  sheds  its  light 
On  lands  till  now  involved  in  night, 
And  gives  the  promise  of  a  day, 
Whose  glories  never  fade  away. 

3  For  joy  of  this  the  people  sing, 
For  joy  of  this  the  mountains  ring  : 
The  sacred  joy,  the  cheerful  sound, 
Will  spread,  ere  long,  the  world  around. 

bO««  Christ  reigning  over  all  the  earth.  7s. 

1  WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee. 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power  ! 

2  All  the  nations,  join  and  sing, 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, — 
'  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  !' 

3  Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice  ; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, — 
'  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !' 


CHARITABLE    AND    BENEVOLENT.  601 

CHARITABLE    AND    BENEVOLENT. 
G03.  Kindness  to  the  afflicted.  CM. 

1  BRIGHT  Source  of  everlasting  love  ! 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise : 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  paths  of  life, 

With  every  cheering  ray  ; 
Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear. 
Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord  ! 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
Alas  !  the  goodness  we  can  yield 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

4  To  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain, 

We  cheerfully  repair ; 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

5  Thus  passing  through  the  vale  of  tears, 

Our  useful  light  shall  shine  ; 
And  others  learn  to  glorify 
Our  Father's  name  divine. 

foO -i»  Liberality,  after  divine  example.  L.  M 

1  O  WHAT  stupendous  mercy  shines 

Around  the  majesty  of  heaven  ! 
Rebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons, — 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine, — 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun  ! 
Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light, 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 

Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly ; 
The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe ; 
To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply 
2B  51 


602  CHARITABLE    AND    BENEVOLENT. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  wo, 

And  be  her  counsellor  and  stay  ; 
Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smooth 
To  useful,  happy  life  his  way. 

5  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 

•        Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn : 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 
And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

vtf  *>•         The  beneficence  of  Christ  for  our  imitation.  L.  M. 

Acts,  x.  38. 

1  WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us.  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank. 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank ; — 

4  But  he,  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

OvOt  Charitable  offerings.  S.  M. 

1  THY  bounties,  gracious  God, 
With  gratitude  we  own ; 

We  praise  thy  providential  care, 

That  showers  its  blessings  down. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  'T 

With  thankful  souls,  behold,  we  pay 
A  tribute  of  thine  own. 


CHARITABLE    AND    BENEVOLENT.  603 

3  Let  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Diffuse  its  virtues  wide  ; 

Hallow  for  thee  our  every  gift, 
And  every  folly  hide. 

4  O  may  this  sacrifice 

To  thee,  the  Lord,  ascend, 
An  odor  of  a  sweet  perfume, 
Presented  by  his  hand. 

5  Well  pleased  our  God  shall  view 
The  products  of  his  grace  ; 

And  in  a  rich  reward  fulfill 
His  kindest  promises. 

607.  Peace.  L.  M. 

1  THY  footsteps,  Lord,  with  joy  we  trace, 
And  mark  the  conquests  of  thy  grace: 
Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 
And  let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done. 

2  Then  shall  contending  nations  rest, 
For  love  shall  reign  in  every  breast ; 
Weapons  for  war  designed,  shall  cease, 
Or  then  be  implements  of  peace. 

3  Hark,  how  the  hosts  triumphant  sing, — 
'  The  Lord  omnipotent  is  king !' 
Earth's  utmost  parts  to  him  belong  ; 
Arise,  ye  saints,  and  join  the  song  ! 

008.  Peace.     Ps.  xlvi.  9.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  whom  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea. 
With  all  their  countless  hosts  obey, 

Upheld  by  thee  the  nations  stand, 
And  empires  fall  at  thy  command. 

2  O  show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Command  the  din  of  war  to  cease ; 
With  sacred  love  the  world  inspire, 
And  burn  its  chariots  in  the  fire. 

3  In  sunder  break  each  warlike  spear, 
Let  all  the  Saviour's  ensigns  wear ; 
The  universal  Sabbath  prove, 
The  perfect  rest  of  christian  love  ! 


604  THANKSGIVINGS. 

CIVIL. 
009*  National  blessings  acknmoledged.  C.  M 

1  IN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise. 

Our  favored  States  rejoice  ; 
And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Hath  spread  our  rising  name, 
And  hath  our  weak  beginning  crowned 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  distress,  our  injured  land 

Implored  thy  power  to  save  ; 
For  life  we  prayed  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

4  On  thee,  when  perils  rise  again, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

5  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare. 

$.nd  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare, 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

610*  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  GOD  of  our  fathers,  to  thy  throne 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise  ; 
Thou  art  our  God,  and  thou  alone, — 
Accept  our  humble  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  benefits  from  thee, 

Are  showered  upon  our  land; 
Behold  !  through  all  our  coasts  we  see, 
The  bounties  of  thy  hand. 

3  Here  thou  wert  once  the  pilgrims'  guide  j 

Thou  gav'st  them  here  a  place, 
Where  freedom  spreads  its  blessings  wide, 
O'er  all  their  favored  race. 

^4  Here,  Lord,  thy  gospel's  holy  light 
Is  shed  on  all  our  hills  ; 
And.  like  the  rains  and  dews  of  nig' 
Celestial  grace  distills. 


THANKSGIVINGS.  605 

5  Still  teach  us,  Lord,  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  still  our  guardian  be  ; 
O  let  our  children's  children  here 
Forever  worship  thee. 

Oil*  Praise  for  national  peace.     Psalm  xlvi.  9.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 

A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath 
Can  sink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rise  ; 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 

2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms. 

And  rage*  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms, 

And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plains  ; — 

3  Thy  sovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down. 

And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their  power ; 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 

And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, — 

Sweet  peace,  with  her  what  blessings  fled ! 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  valleys  sing, 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wise,  and  righteous  Lord, 

All  move  subservient  to  thy  will; 
And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfill. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 

Thy  kind  protection  still  implore ; 
O  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues, 
Confess  thy  goodness  and  adore. 

Ol2«  Praise  and  prayer  for  our  country.  L.  P.  M. 

1  WITH  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs  ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim : 
O  may  our  nation  ever  own 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

51*  ~ 


606  FASTS. 

2  Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run. 
Or  men  behold  the  circling  sun, 

Here,  mighty  Lord,  in  glory  reign ; 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  truth  and  peace  our  borders  bless, 

And  all  thy  sacred  rights  maintain. 

Gl«S*  For  a  public  fast.  C. 

1  SEE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 

Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'T  is  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Alarming  judgments  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  yet  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas,  are  truths  divine. 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame ! 
What,  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Despise  thy  holy  name  ! 

4  O  bid  us  turn,  Almighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  : 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

614»  National  judgments  deprecated.  L. 

1  WHILE  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord, 
We  view  the  terrors  of  thy  sword ; 
Oh,  whither  shall  the  hopeless  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall, 
And  is  there  no  deliverance  there  1 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair  ? 

3  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn. 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ; 

O  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 

The  church,  which  thou  hast  planted  here. 


HISTORICAL    AND    PATRIOTIC.  607 

01r>«  Pardon  implored  for  national  sins.  8s  &  7s. 

1  DREAD  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Now  for  their  deliverance  rise:  — 

2  Lo  !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

In  thy  holy  place  we  bend ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding, 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  mercy  vail  transgression  ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface  : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

016*  Fast,  in  a  time  of  national  calamity.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 

Whose  judgments  yet  delay; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
And  gives  us  leave  to  pray. 

2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great, 

But  let  us  not  despair  ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  Intercessor,  to  thy  love 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe ; 
O  let  thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  Though  justice  near  thy  awful  throne 

Attends  thy  dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  thy  servants,  hear  thy  Son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land. 

©!••  The  providence  of  God  over  nations.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God  !  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
The  earth's  extended  kingdoms  lie; 
Whose  favoring  smile  upholds  them  all, 
Whose  anger  smites  them,  and  they  fall ;— • 


608  HISTORICAL    AND    PATRIOTIC. 

2  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 
Their  children's  children  long  shall  own ; 
To  thee,  with  grateful  hearts,  shall  raise 
The  tribute  of  exulting  praise. 

3  Upheld  by  thine  unfailing  aid, 
Secure  the  paths  of  life  Ave  tread; 
And,  freely  as  the  vital  air, 

Thy  first  and  noblest  bounties  share. 

4  Great  God,  our  guardian,  guide,  and  friend ! 

0  still  thy  sheltering  arm  extend  ; 
Preserved  by  thee  for  ages  past, 
For  ages  let  thy  kindness  last ! 

Ol8t  God  ever  the  dwelling-place  of  his  people.  L.  M. 

1  THOU,  Lord,  through  every  changing  scene. 
Hast  to  thy  saints  a  refuge  been  ; 
Through  every  age,  eternal  God, 

Their  pleasing  home,  their  safe  abode. 

2  In  thee  our  fathers  sought  their  rest ; 
In  thee  our  fathers  still  are  blessed ; 
And,  while  the  tomb  confines  their  dust, 
In  thee  their  souls  abide  and  trust. 

3  Our  helpless  state  with  pity  view, 
And  let  us  share  their  refuge  too  ; 
When  friends  desert,  and  foes  invade, 
Revive  our  heart,  and  guard  our  head. 

4  So,  when  this  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
And  we  must  dwell  in  flesh  no  more, 
To  thee  our  ransomed  souls  shall  come, 
And  find  in  thee  a  surer  home. 

5  To  thee  our  infant  race  we  leave  ; 
Them  may  their  fathers'  God  receive; 
That  voices  yet  unformed  may  raise 
Succeeding  hymns  of  humble  praise. 

Oitft  For  the  twenty-second  of  December.  L.  M. 

1  O  GOD,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 
And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 

With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshiped  thee. 


HISTORICAL    AND    PATRIOTIC.  009 

2  Thou  heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the  prayer, — 

Thy  blessing  came ;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  What  change  !  through  pathless  wilds  no  more 

The  fierce  and  naked  savage  roams ; 
Sweet  praise,  along  the  cultured  shore, 
Breaks  from  ten  thousand  happy  homes. 

4  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves  ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

5  And  here  thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 
And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

620*  God  the  defence  of  our  country.  CM. 

Psalm  xlviii.  3. 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  praise  be  great! 

Ye  lands,  your  tributes  bring  : 
Our  country,  thou  his  chosen  seat, 
Be  first  to  praise  thy  King. 

2  God  in  thy  borders  well  is  known. 

A  strong  and  faithful  friend  : 
O  rest  thou  still  on  him  alone, 
And  he  will  still  defend. 

3  Here  in  thy  courts  again  we  stand, 

Thy  grace,  O  Lord,  to  see : 

Soon  let  it  shine  on  every  land, 

And  win  all  hearts  to  thee. 

4  But  still  our  country  be  thy  choice ; 

Still  walk  around  her  towers : 
Still  let  her  sons  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  cry,—'  The  Lord  is  ours  !' 

021.  National  hymn.  §s  6c  4s. 

1  MY  country,  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
2B* 


610  FUNEREAL. 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  lathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free — 

Thy  name — I  love ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
Rapture  my  spirit  thrills 

Like  that  above. 


And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom's  song : 

Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 

Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 

Let  rocks  their  silence  break,- 
The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light  5 
Protect  us  by  thy  might 

Great  God,  our  King. 


FUNEREAL. 

02S  •  An  admonition  from  the  grave.  CM. 

1  HARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ; 

My  ears  attend  the  cry : — 
'Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  c  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ! 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head. 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours.' 


FUNEREAL.  611 

3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We  '11  rise  above  the  sky. 

623.  The  burial  of  a  saint.  L.  M. 

1  UNVAIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb. 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room. 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  g-rief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds:  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angeis  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 

Attend,  O  earth  !  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

624.  1  Thess.  iv.  13.  12s  &  lis 

1  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows   and   darkness   encompass  the 

tomb : 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portals  before 

thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  we  no  longer  behold 

thee. 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath  died. 


612  FUNEREAL. 

3  Thou   art  gone   to  the  grave!   and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
What  though  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered 
long: 
The  sunshine  of  Paradise  beamed  on  thy  waking, 
And  the   sound  which  thou  heardst,   was   the 
seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee, 
For   God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and 
guide : 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  hath  died. 

4>^»"5.  At  the  funeral  of  a  young  person.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ; 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch,  and  pray. 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 


FUNEREAL.  613 

626.  The  funeral  of  a  child.  C.  M. 

1  THE  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore. 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears ; 

Look  to  the  world  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

627.  The  death  of  a  minister.  S.  M. 

1  '  SERVANT  of  God,  well  done, 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 
The  battle  fought  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy.' 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  His  spirit,  with  a  bound, 

Left  its  encumbering  clay; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past. 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

6  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


614  FUNEREAL. 

OtJS.  Comfort  under  the  loss  of  ministers.  C.  M. 

1  NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  ; — 

3  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives. 

New  comfort  to  impart; 
His  eye  still  guides  us.  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

4  ;Lo,  I  am  with  you,'  saith  the  Lord; 

;  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ; 

For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own. 

Whose  souls  in  me  confide.' 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

OtSO*      After  a  pastor's  death.     Numb,  xxvii.  15 — 17.  C.  M. 

1  TO  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail, 

Thy  flock  deserted  flies; 
And  on  th'  eternal  Shepherd's  care, 
Our  steadfast  hope  relies. 

2  When  o'er  thy  faithful  servant's  dust. 

Thy  saints  assembled  mourn, 
In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
O  Zion's  God.  return  ! 

3  The  powers  of  nature  all  are  thine, 

And  thine  the  aids  of  grace  ; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up, 
Through  each  succeeding  race. 

4  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here, 

And  here  thy  suppliants  bless ; 
And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise, 
Our  accents  of  distress. 


FUNEREAL.  615 

030*  On  the  death  of  a  minister  in  his  prime.  10s. 

1  GO  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 

In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power ; 
Thou  art  not  called  away  before  thy  time ; — 
The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labor  cease  ; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest-task  is  done  ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home ;  with  thee  the  fight  is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave ;  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  embraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high ; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  : — no  ;  take  thy  seat  above  ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 

031.  Death  of  a  christian  among  strangers.  L.  M. 

1  ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep : 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 

Ou«i  The  missionary' 's  death.  8s  &  9s. 

1  WEEP  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 
To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky, 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends 

With  the  worshiping  chorus  on  high  ; — 


616  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Weep  not  for  the  spirit  now  crowned 

With  the  garland  to  martyrdom  given  ; 
O  weep  not  for  him :  he  has  found 
His  reward  and  his  refuge  in  heaven. 

3  But  weep  for  their  sorrows,  who  stand 

And  lament  o'er  the  deaa  by  his  grave, — 
Who  sigh  when  they  muse  on  the  land 
Of  their  home,  far  away  o'er  the  wave  ; — 

4  And  weep  for  the  nations  that  dwell 

Where  the  light  of  the  truth  never  shone. 
Where  anthems  of  praise  never  swTell, 
And  the  love  of  the  Lamb  is  unknown. 

5  Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 

To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky, 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends 
With  the  worshiping  chorus  on  high ; — 

6  But  weep  for  the  mourners  who  stand 

By  the  grave  of  their  brother  in  tears, 
And  weep  for  the  people  whose  land 

Still  must  wait  till  the  day-spring  appear? 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


63«li  Saturday  evening.  C.  M 

1  WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wTants  repose. 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek. 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close. 
That  ends  the  weary  week ! 

2  How  sweet  will  be  the  dawning  light, 

Whose  soft  and  sacred  rays 
The  willing  soul  to  rest  invite. 
And  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

3  Blest  day !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease, 

Yet.  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 


CHILDREN    OF    THE    CHURCH.  617 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 
The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 

Ow"**  Prayer  for  mariners.  L.  M.# 

1  WHILE  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail, 
Send  thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale ; 
And  on  their  hearts,  where'er  they  go, 

O  let  thy  Spirit's  wind  but  blow. 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  thine  eye ; 

The  wanderer's  prayer  thou  bend'st  to  hear, 
And  faith  exults  to  know  thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark. 
O  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark ; 
When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 

0  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side. 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 

Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore ; 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep. 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 

035 •  Prayer  for  the  children  of  the  church.  L.  M. 

1  O  GOD  of  Abraham !  ever  sure 

The  mercies  of  thy  covenant  stand ; 
And  still  thy  saints,  in  thee  secure, 
May  leave  their  offspring  in  thy  hand. 

2  Thou  shepherd  of  thine  Israel !  tend 

Our  children,  as  thy  lambs,  in  love, — 
From  peril  all  their  paths  defend, 
And  bring  them  to  thy  fold  above. 

3  Should  they  their  covenant  God  forsake, 

Then  thou,  our  God.  forsake  them  not ; 
Thy  mercy  let  them  still  partake, 
Nor  be  thy  promises  forgot. 

4  Let  not  thy  wrath  against  them  burn, — 

Behold  the  seal  that  marks  them  thine ; 
Thy  power  the  wayward  heart  can  turn, — 
O  turn  their  hearts  by  power  divine. 

52* 


618  MISCELLANEOUS. 

DuOi  For  a  maternal  association.  S.  M. 

1  PLANTS  of  the  heart  we  bring  — 

The  nurslings  of  our  care, — 
That  often  at  the  household  shrine 
Have  drunk  the  dews  of  prayer, — 

2  That  mid  the  darksome  night, 

Or  morning's  earliest  ray, 
Are  still  remembered  with  a  love 
That  cannot  fade  away. 

3  Yet,  from  the  Book  divine, 

We  learn  with  anxious  pain, 
That  e'en  the  sleepless  culterer's  toil 
May  be  unblest  and  vain. 

4  Therefore,  to  thee  we  turn. 

Almighty  Sire  and  Friend, 
Who  to  our  stewardship  hath  deigned 
These  priceless  plants  to  lend ; — 

5  Guard  them  from  blight  and  blast, 

And  the  destroyer's  doom, — 
And  grant  them  in  thy  bowers  above 
Eternally  to  bloom. 

037 •  For  mite  societies.  7s. 

1  LITTLE  rain-drops  feed  the  rill, 

Rills  to  meet  the  brooklet  glide, 
Brooks  the  broader  rivers  fill, 
Rivers  swell  the  ocean's  tide, — 

2  Ocean, — that  with  solemn  note, 

Proudly  rears  a  foaming  crest, 

While  the  mightiest  navies  float 

Lightly  o'er  its  billowy  breast. 

3  So,  the  dew-drops  gathered  here, — 

Mites  from  willing  childhood's  hand, — 
Shall  those  streams  of  bounty  cheer, 
That  with  greenness  clothe  the  land, — 

4  With  that  sea  of  love  shall  blend, 

Which  the  gospel's  grace  doth  pour, 
And  the  name  of  Jesus  send 
E'en  to  earth's  remotest  shore. 


MARRIAGE.  619 

638.  Marriage.  C.  M 

1  BY  vows  of  love  together  bound, 

The  twain,  on  earth,  are  one : 
One  may  their  hearts,  O  Lord,  be  found, 
Till  earthly  cares  are  done. 

2  As  from  the  home  of  earlier  years 

They  wander,  hand  in  hand, 
To  pass  along,  with  smiles  and  tears, 
The  path  of  thy  command : — 

3  With  more  than  earthly  parents'  care, 

Do  thou  their  steps  attend ; 
And  with  the  joys  or  woes  they  share, 
Thy  loving  kindness  blend. 

4  O  let  the  memory  of  this  hour 

In  future  years  come  nigh 
To  bind,  with  sweet,  attractive  power, 
And  cheer  them  till  they  die. 

5  And  to  that  blessed,  fadeless  land, 

Where  partings  may  not  be, 
Lead  them — a  happy  household  band — 
Forever  near  to  thee. 

639.  Drought.  C.  M. 

1  THE  sun,  that  minister  of  love, 

Who  from  the  naked  ground 
Calls  forth  the  hidden  scenes  to  birth, 
And  spreads  their  beauties  round ; — 

2  At  the  dread  order  of  his  God, 

Now  darts  destructive  fires ; 
Hills,  plains,  and  vales  are  parched  with  drought, 
And  blooming  life  expires. 

3  Like  burnished  brass,  the  heaven  above 

In  angry  terror  burns, 
While  earth  becomes  a  joyless  waste, 
And  into  iron  turns. 

4  O  pity,  Lord,  our  deep  distress, 

Nor  with  our  land  contend  ; 

Bid  the  avenging  skies  relent, 

And  showers  of  mercy  send. 


620  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O-10.  Goodness  of  God  in  the  seasons.  S.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  at  thy  command 

Seasons  in  order  rise : 
Thy  power  and  love  in  concert  reign 
Through  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies. 

2  How  balmy  is  the  air ! 

How  warm  the  sun's  bright  beams  ! 
While,  to  refresh  the  ground,  the  rains 
Descend  in  gentle  streams. 

3  With  grateful  praise  we  own 

Thy  kind  providing  hand. 
While  grass,  and  herbs,  and  waving  corn, 
Adorn  and  bless  the  land. 

4  But  greater  still  the  gift 

Of  thine  incarnate  Son ; 
By  him  forgiveness,  peace,  and  joy, 
Through  endless  ages  run. 

641.  Spring.  CM. 

1  WHILE  verdant  hill  and  blooming  vale 

Put  on  their  fresh  array, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day. 

2  O  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
The  garden,  field  and  grove. 

3  The  bounteous  hand  my  thoughts  adore, 

Beyond  expression  kind, 
Hath  sweeter,  nobler  gifts  in  store, 
To  bless  the  craving  mind. 

4  That  hand,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine 

Can  make  each  virtue  live ; 
And  kindly  showers  of  grace  divine, 
Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give. 

642 •  Summer — A  harvest  hymn.  C.  M. 

1  TO  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers  : 
He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 


SEASONS.  621 

2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 

My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing  ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Well  pleased  the  laborers  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop  ; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness : 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

0413*  Autumn,  8s.  &  7s« 

1  SEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Dry  and  withered  to  the  ground : 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound: — 

2  ;  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 

Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 
View  us,  late  in  beauty,  blooming, 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 

3  Though  as  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 

Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you  ; 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 

4  Yearly  in  our  course  appearing, 

Messengers  of  shortest  stay, 
Thus  we  preach,  in  mortal  hearing, — 
Ye,  like  us,  shall  pass  away.' 

5  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 

O  let  all  our  hopes  be  laid  ! 
This  alone,  forever  vernal, 
Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 

644.  Winter.  C.  M. 

1  STERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
Encircling  nature  round; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains. 
Of  late  with  verdure  crowned  ! 


622  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The- sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams. 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart, — 

3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confined  in  cold,  inactive  chains  ; 
How  desolate  and  sad ! 

4  Return,  O  blissful  sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray  ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

5  O  happy  state,  divine  abode  ! 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns, 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

6  Great  Source  of  light !  thy  beams  display, 

My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

64iO»  An  agricultural  hymn.  C.  M. 

1  TO  thee,  O  God,  the  shepherd  kings 

Their  earliest  homage  paid. 
And  wafted  upon  angel-wings 
Their  worship  was  conveyed. 

2  And  they  who  '  watched  their  flocks  by  night/ 

Were  first  to  learn  thy  grace, — 

Were  first  to  seek  by  dawning  light, 

Their  Saviour's  dwelling  place. 

3  The  hills  and  vales,  the  woods  and  streams, 

The  fruits  and  flowers,  are  thine ; 
Where'er  the  sun  can  send  its  beams 
Or  the  mild  moon  can  shine. 

4  By  thee,  the  spring  puts  forth  its  leaves. 

By  thee,  comes  down  the  rain, 
By  thee,  the  yellow  harvest  sheaves 
Stand  ripening  on  the  plain. 


THE    CLOSE    OF    A    YEAR.  623 


Thy  soothing  voice  is  heard  ; 
As  round  the  farmer's  peaceful  hearth 
Is  read  thy  holy  word. 

6  Thus  are  we  fostered  by  thy  care, 
Supported  by  thy  hand  ; 
Our  heritage  is  rich  and  fair. 
And  this  thy  chosen  land. 

04:0*     Tlie  shorhiess  of  life  and  the  goodness  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  TIME  !  what  an  empty  vapor  'tis, 

And  days  how  swift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  the  archer's  arrow  flies. 
Or  like  a  shooting  star. 

2  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favors  share ; 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 

3  'T  is  sovereign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clothed  with  love  ; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  souls  above. 

4  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  adored. 

5  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song ; 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praise  prolong 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

G4:7.  Frail  life,  and  succeeding  eternity.  C.  M. 

1  THEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath,  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do.  whate'er  we  be. 

We're  traveling;  to  the  grave. 


624  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

4  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

5  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  wo, 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet,  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

6  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

04:8*  Tune  passing — salvation  approaching.  CVM. 

Rom.  xiii.  11. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake  and  praise  the  sovereign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day  ! 
Welcome  each  closing  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

049*  The  past  year  reviewed.  7s. 

1  WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 


THE    NEW    YEAR.  625 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view : 
Bless  thy  word  to  )roung  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told. 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

WUVi  Divine  aid  acknowledged.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  ; 

The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 
2C  53 


626  MISCELLANEOUS'. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs. 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
In  better  worlds,  our  souls  shall  boast. 

6v  1«  Goodness  of  Providence.  C.  M. 

1  GOD  of  our  lives  !  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound : 
Thy  hand  revolves  our  fleeting  days 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  daily  incense  rise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend ; 
While  daily  mercies  from  the  skies 
In  genial  streams  descend. 

3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see  : 
And,  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 
So  let  our  praises  be. 

4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

In  every  age,  appear; 
And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

5  If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 

Our  wandering  souls  to  God : 
And  in  affliction  we  shall  sing, 
If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 

0«S£3«  Future  blessings  implored.  C.  M. 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord !  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known : 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 

And  soften  hearts  of  stone ! 

2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne. 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name  ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 

3  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ! 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 


THE    NEW    YEAR.  627 

4  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more  ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

5  And  when  before  thee  we  appear 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here. 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room  ! 

6d3i  Solemn  anticipations.  C.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

Of  the  revolving  year : 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round, 
How  short  the  months  appear. 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  spend 

The  swift-advancing  year ; 
And  study  artful  ways  to  mend 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  O  God !  my  trifling  heart, 

Its  great  concern  to  see  ; 
That  I  may  act  the  christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

5  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  rollj 

If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  happy  soul 
To  joy  that  never  dies. 


PRIVATE  AND  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

054:.  Family  religion.     Gen.  xviii.  19.  L.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless. 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been,  and  are  still,  sustained. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  praised, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows : 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace. 

4  O,  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name  ! 
While  pleased  and  thankful,  we  remove, 
To  join  the  family  above. 

6*5*5.  The  family  altar  erected.  S.  M. 

1  IN  all  my  ways,  O  God, 

I  would  acknowledge  thee, 
And  seek  to  keep  my  heart  and  house 
From  all  pollution  free. 

2  Where'er  I  have  a  tent. 
An  altar  will  I  raise  ; 

And  thither  my  oblations  bring, 
Of  humble  prayer  and  praise. 

3  Could  I  my  wish  obtain, 

My  household,  Lord,  should  be 
Devoted  to  thyself  alone, 

A  dwelling-place  for  thee. 

^56.  Habitual  devotion.  C.  M. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With 'better  ho:  es  be  611ed. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  629 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed  ! 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise-. 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 

09O7  •  Retirement  and  meditation.     Psaim  iv.  4.  L.  M. 

1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  O  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess ; 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh  , 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart. 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

4  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

53* 


630  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

658.  Retiremenl.  C.  M. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  1  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy.  and  love, 
Does  she  commune  with  God  ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine  ! 


A  boundless,  endless  store — 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

OOcP.  Retirement  and  meditation.  L.  M. 

1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  631 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 
My  heaven,  and  there  my  God.  I  find. 

660.  Secret  devotion.     Matt.  vi.  6.  CM 

1  FATHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  There  shall  that  piercing  eye 'survey 

My  duteous  homage  paid. 
With  every  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  O  may  thine  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame. 
While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire. 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  shalt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

661.  Solitude.  C.   M. 

1  HOW  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy 

Which  thou  hast  kindly  given 
To  those  who  seek  thy  presence,  Lord, 
And  tread  the  path  to  heaven. 

2  'T  is  in  the  silence  of  the  shade 

My  sober  thoughts  begin, 
And  earth's  illusive  charms  appear 
But  vanity  and  sin. 

3  'T  is  here  the  troubled  springs  of  life 

Are  calmed  to  sweetest  rest ; 
The  stillness  of  this  hour  expels 
The  tumult  of  my  breast. 

4  Far.  for  above  all  mortal  things 

I  walk  with  God  alone  ; 
And  while  he  names  celestial  joys, 
I  call  them  all  my  own. 


632  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  Then  let  the  noisy  world  pursue 
The  trifles  of  a  day, — 
Mine  be  the  silent,  secret  joys 
That  never  fade  away. 

6d««  Self-examination.  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  image  does  my  spirit  bear? 
Is  Jesus  formed  and  living  there  1 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action,  shine  ? 

2  Searcher  of  hearts.  O  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  conscience,  clear. 

3  Scatter  the  clouds,  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread ; 
Lead  me  into  celestial  day. 

And  to  myself,  myself  display. 

4  May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive, 

Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live. 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear ! 

663*.  Living  in  the  presence  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known, — 

My  soul  enjoys  the  thought ; 
My  actions  all  before  thy  face, 
Nor  are  my  faults  forgot. 

2  Each  secret  prayer  devotion  breathes 

Is  vocal  to  thine  ear ; 
And  all  my  walks  of  daily  life 
Before  thine  eyes  appear. 

3  The  vacant  hour,  the  active  scene, 

Thy  mercy  shall  approve  ; 
And  every  pang  of  sympathy, 
And  every  care  of  love. 

4  Each  golden  hour  of  beaming  light 

Is  guided  by  thy  rays  ; 
And  dark  affliction's  midnight  gloom 
A  present  God  surveys. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  633 

5  Full  in  thy  view  through  life  I  pass, 
And  in  thy  view  I  die  ; 
And,  when  each  mortal  bond  dissolves, 
Shall  find  my  God  is  nigh. 

<664.  Death  of  the  righteous.  S.  H.  M. 

1  THIS  place  is  holy  ground ; 

World,  with  thy  cares,  away  ! 
Silence  and  darkness  reign  around  ; 

But  lo  !  the  break  of  day  : 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears  ! . 

2  Behold  the  bed  of  death, — 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay ! 
Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath '? 

Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray  ? — 
No  ! — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

3  Could  tears  revive  the  dead. 

Rivers  should  swell  our  eyes ; 
Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs, 
Till  love  relumed  this  altered  mien, 
And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

4  Bury  the  dead,— and  weep, 

In  stillness,  o'er  the  loss  ; 
Bury  the  dead, — in  Christ  they  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross, 
And,  from  the  grave,  their  dust  shall  rise 
In  his  own  image  to  the  skies. 

OOO*       Sorrowing  not  without  hope.     1  Thess.  iv.  13.     C  P.  M. 

1  IF  death  my  friend  and  me  divide, 
Thou  dost  not,  Lord,  my  sorrow  chide, 

Or  frown  my  tears  to  see  ; 
Restrained  from  passionate  excess, 
Thou  bidst  me  mourn  in  calm  distress, 
For  them  that  rest  in  thee. 
2  C* 


634  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY     WORSHIP. 

2  I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope, 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up, 

Beneath  its  mountain-load : 
Redeemed  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friend  again, 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 

3  Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away  ; 
For  me  thou  wilt  the  summons  send, 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

6v6i     Comforts  of  the  gospel  in  sickness.     Ps.  civ.  34.      C.  M 

1  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
7T  is  sweet  to  look  by  faith  abroad, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace, 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

4  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ? 

667i  On  recovery  from  sickness.     Ps.  cxvi.  6.  C.  M 

1  MY  God,  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days : 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renewed, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  635 

2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  life  was  hovering  o'er  the  grave. 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bowed  my  fainting  head 

Upon  thy  faithful  breast ; 
Pleased  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God, 

Did  I  my  soul  resign, 
In  firm  dependence  on  that  truth    . 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  : 
Nor  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  "Where  thou  ordainest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven  with  thee. 

668.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  JUST  o'er  the  grave  I  hung; 
No  pardon  met  my  eyes ; 

As  blessings  never  greet  the  slain, 
And  hope  shall  never  rise. 

2  Sweet  mercy  to  my  soul 
Revealed  no  charming  ray ; 

Before  me  rose  a  long,  dark  night, 
With  no  succeeding  day. 

3  I  saw,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  awful  Judge  appear, 

Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account 
My  blessings,  wasted  here. 

4  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 
Burned  to  the  lowest  hell ; 

And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo 
He  bade  mv  soirit  dwell- 


636  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  My  friends,  now  friends  no  more. 
At  infinite  remove, 

Left  me,  to  gain  their  rich  reward, 
And  taste  forgiving  love. 

6  Then  to  the  Lord  I  cried, — 
He  saved  my  soul  from  death  : 

To  him  I  '11  give  my  heart  and  hands, 
And  consecrate  my  breath. 

009*  '  I  would  not  live  alway. '  lis. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  ? 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : — 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

t>7 O  •  On  changing  place  of  abode.  L.  M. 

1  SOLE  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
Supremely  good,  supremely  wise, 

Fix  thou  the  place  of  our  abode, 
But  let  it  still  be  near  our  God. 

2  On  earth  we  weary  pilgrims  roam, 
Nor  find  nor  hope  a  lasting  home ; 
We  seek  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
A  heavenly  house  which  ever  stands. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  637 

3  Yet  while  we  sojourn  here  below, 
Let  streams  of  mercy  round  us  flow ; 
And  when  our  destined  race  is  run, 
Assign  us  mansions  near  thy  throne. 

6#  1.  The  Sabbath. — For  family  ivorship.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see, 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee ! 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go : 
'T  is  like  a  little  heaven  below  : 

Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  O  wTrite  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  texts  and  doctrines  of  thy  word ! 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine ; 

That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood. 
I  may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God. 

o7!2*  Doubt  and  anxiety.      John,  xxi.  15.  7s. 

1  COULD  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

2  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mixed  with  all  I  do ; 
You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

3  Yet,  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

4  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case — 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 
54 


638  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

0#  O*  Death  of  an  infant.  I 

1  SO  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 
Frail,  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ; 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  healing  art, 

To  soothe  the  anguish  of  the  heart? 
Divine  Redeemer,  be  thou  nigh : 
Thy  comforts  were  not  made  to  die. 

3  Then  gentle  patience  smiles  on  pain, 
And  dying  hope  revives  again ; 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

V#4:«       Children  dying  in  their  infancy,  in  the  arms  of  ( 

Jesus.     Matt.  xix.  14. 

1  SAVIOUR  !  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

2  '  I  take  these  little  lambs,'  said  he, 

!  And  lay  them  in  my  breast : 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, — 
In  me  be  ever  blessed. 

3  '  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

4  '  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 
I  '11  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will.' 

5  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear. 

And  shout  with  joys  divine, — 
Dear  Saviour!  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  630 

67«5«  Heaven  anticipated.  8s  &  6s. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  : 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'T  is  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoalt ■, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb. 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

Of  O*  In  age  and  sickness.  C.  P.  M. 

1  THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer, 
Thy  love,  with  all  a  mother's  care, 

Sustained  my  childish  days : 
Thy  goodness  watched  my  ripening  youth, 
And  formed  my  heart  to  love  thy  truth, 

And  filled  my  lips  with  praise. 

2  Then  e'en  in  age  and  grief,  thy  name 
Shall  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 

And  bow  my  faltering  knee : 
Oh  !  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire, 
This  trembling  hand  and  drooping  lyre. 

Have  yet  a  strain  for  thee ! 

3  Yes !  broken,  tuneless,  still,  O  Lord, 
This  voice  transported  shall  record, 

Thy  goodness,  tried  so  long ; 
Till,  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 


640  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

67  •  •  Prayer  in  view  of  death.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life. 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God  !  at  thy  command ; — 

2  Thou  source  of  life  and  joy  supreme  ! 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, — 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

3  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head; 
And,  with  a  beam  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

4  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast 

May  I  resign  my  breath, 
And  in  thy  kind  embraces  lose 
'  The  bitterness  of  death.' 


DAILY    WORSHIP. 
t>7c9»  Daily  devotion — For  morning  or  evening.         L.  M.  61. 

1  WHEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
O  chase  the  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King, 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy,  in  my  Saviour's  name ; 
Then,  Jesus,  sprinkle  with  thy  blood. 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close. 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy,  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest: 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise. 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  641 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting-  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed — 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise. 
To  see.  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

679.  Daily  devotion.     Ps.  lv.  17.  L.  M. 

1  SAVIOUR  !  when  night  involves  the  skies, 

My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee  ; 
Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn ; 
Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs  ; 
Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings ! 

4  O'er  earth  when  shades  of  evening  steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give  ; 
To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must  feel ; 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

0^?0 »  The  same.  7s  &  6s. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God,  and  Savif  .., 

My  heart  exulting  springs. 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings  : 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  the  saints  above  ; 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast ; 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Jehovah,  thou  shalt  hear  ; 
O  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 
54* 


642  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  By  thee  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
Willi  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  thee. 

My  toils  and  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  thee — 

What  can  an  angel  more  ? 

080.  Praise  God  forever.     Ps.  cxlvi.  2.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 

My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  wTould  tear  my  throbbing  breast. 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break. 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  oh!  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

f>ol»  -A  hymn  for  morning  and  evening.  C.  M. 

1  HOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 

To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power, 

That  raised  us  with  a  word ; 
And  every  day,  and  every  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room; 
We  wake  ;  and  we  admire  the  bed. 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  643 

4  God  is  our  sun.  whose  daily  light. 
Our  joy  and  safety  brings  : 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

682.  The  same.     Lam.  iii.  23.     Isa.  xlv.  7.  L.  M. 

1  MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distill  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

683.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  ON  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys ; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
The  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  thy  protection  blessed, 
In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 
My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 

4  My  spirit,  in  thy  hands  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For  whether  waking,  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord,  art.  with  me  still. 


644  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

M  Q  R  N I  N  G  . 

684l.      A  morning  hymn.     Ps.  xix.  5,  8  ;  lxxiii.  24, 25.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east, 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  O.  like  the  sun.  may  I  fulfill 

Tlr  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

5  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this. 

685.  The  same.  L.  M 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth — and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
1  may  of  endless  life  partake. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  645 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

(586.  The  same.  C.  M. 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits. 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'T  is  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ; 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline. 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

087.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  SEE  how  the  mounting  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way ; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  every  brightening  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  parent  sing ; 

And  to  its  great  Original 

The  humble  tribute  bringr. 


646  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIi  . 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near ! 

4  Oh,  how  shall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 
I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 

Cleansed  by  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

6  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 

And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

OoS»  The  same.  L.  M 

1  IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, — 
I  drink  again  the  morning-light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour. 

Once  more,  with  awe.  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  thee. 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze. 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread ; 

And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 

When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 

Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  fcreak  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day — 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  o1  ' 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY     WORSHIP.  647 

68«F«  The  same.     Ps.  iii.  o.  CM 

1  LORD  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise 

Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes. 
And.  undisturbed  repose. 

3  When  sleep,  death's  semblance,  o'er  me  spread, 

And  I  unconscious  lay, 
Thy  watchful  care  wTas  round  my  bed 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

4  O  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend  ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days ; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 

With  gratitude  and  praise. 

690.  The  same.  CM. 

1  NOW  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 

Implore  we,  bending  low, 

That  He,  the  uncreated  light. 

May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong. 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow. 

O  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates  beleaguered  by  the  foe, 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 


64S  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

601.        The  continual  fear  of  God.     Prov.  xxiii.  17.  CM. 

1  THRICE  happy  souls,  who  born  of  heaven 

While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

2  So  may  our  eyes  with  holy  zeal 

Prevent  the  dawning  day, 
And  turn  the  sacred  pages  o'er, 
And  praise  thy  name  and  pray. 

3  Mid  hourly  cares,  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone ! 

4  As  sanctified  to  noblest  ends 

Be  each  refreshment  sought ; 
And,  by  each  various  providence, 
Some  wise  instruction  brought ! 

5  When  to  laborious  duties  called, 

Or  by  temptations  tried. 
We  '11  seek  the  shelter  of  thy  wings. 
And  in  thy  strength  confide. 

6  As  different  scenes  of  life  arise, 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  thee,  amid  the  social  band, 
In  solitude  with  thee. 

7  At  night,  we  lean  our  weary  heads 

On  thy  paternal  breast ; 
And  safely  folded  in  thine  arms, 
Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 

S  In  solid,  pure  delights  like  these, 
Let  all  my  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  fear,  the  last. 

692.  Daily  obedience.     Gen.  v.  24  ;  vi.  9.  L.  M. 

1  FORTH  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  we  go, 
Our  daily  labor  to  pursue  ; 
Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  we  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  649 

2  Still  would  we  bear  thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
Would  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day. 

3  For  thee  alone  we  would  employ 

Whate'er  thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given  ; 
Would  run  our  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  thee  to  heaven. 


EVENING 


69o*  An  evening  hymn.  C.  M. 

1  DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard, 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  Oh,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 

Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

♦ 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 
2D     '  m 


650  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

v"'!i»  An  evening  hymn .  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass. 

And  every  gentle,  rolling  hour. 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace. 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart. 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love. 
Ungrateful,  ran  from  thee  depart. 
And.  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ;  his  dear  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God  ! 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close. 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose. 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

{59*5.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb. 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  651 

696.  The  same.  L.  M. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  he. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  ! 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Be  thou  my  guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 

6  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share, 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love  ! 

697.  The  same.  C-  M. 

1  O  LORD,  another  day  is  flown  ; 

And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  we  are  less  than  they. 

3  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours? 
Thou  wilt !  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 


652  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Thy  heavenly  grace  to  each  impart ; 

All  evil  far  remove  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thy  everlasting  love. 

5  Thus  chastened,  cleansed,  entirely  thine, 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led, 
The  sun  of  holiness  shall  shine 
In  glory  on  our  head. 

6  And  thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering  feet, 

And  thou  wilt  bless  our  way ; 
Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day. 

098*  Evening.  7s. 

1  SOFTLY,  now,  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord !  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord !  to  dwell  with  thee. 

699.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  ANOTHER  day  is  past, 
The  hours  forever  fled  ; 

And  time  is  bearing  me  away, 
To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2  My  mind  in  perfect  peace 
My  Father's  care  shall  keep  j 

I  yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 
For  thou  canst  never  sleep. 

3  How  blesse'd,  Lord,  are  they 
On  thee  securely  stayed  ! 

Nor  sljall  they  be  in  life  alarmed, 
Nor  be  in  death  dismayed. 

700.  The  same.  S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  653 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 
Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 
And  leave  my  soul  undressed. 

3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run  : — 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 
And  I  from  time  remove, 

I  then  may  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

701*  The  same.     Ps.  cxxi.  4.  7s. 

1  INTERVAL  of  grateful  shade  ! 
Welcome  to  my  wearied  head  : 
Welcome,  slumber  !  to  mine  eyes, 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities. 

2  That  kind  eye,  which  cannot  sleep 
These  defenceless  hours  shall  keep  : 
By  my  heavenly  Father  blest, 
Thus  I  give  my  powers  to  rest. 

3  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade, 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid? 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest : 
Welcome,  sleep  or  death,  to  me, — 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  thee. 

•  0^»  Evening  prayer  for  divine  protection.  8s  &  7s. 

1  SAVIOUR  !  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
55* 


654  PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us; 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary. 

Darkness  cannot,  hide  from  thee : 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us: 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

703*  Evening  prayer  for  the  sick.  C.  M. 

1  O !  THOU  whose  ever  wakeful  eye 

Unceasing  watch  does  keep, 
Who  to  thy  best  beloved  ones 
Dost  give  refreshing  sleep : — 

2  With  thy  kind  guardian  wing  o'ershade 

Thy  servant's  slumbering  head, 
And  through  the  visions  of  the  night 
Thy  holy  influence  shed. 

3  Let  wearied  nature,  in  thine  arms 

Enjoy  a  sweet  repose, 
Till  to  his  gladdened  eyes,  the  morn 
Its  pleasant  light  disclose. 

70 4:.  Angel  guards.  8s.     A. 

1  INSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  Shepherd  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  or  waking  resign  : 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me  ; 
And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 

To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep  : 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP.  655 

Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  the  throne, 
Repair  to  their  stations  assigned  ; 

And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 
To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 

3  Their  worship  no  interval  knows  ; 

Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And  while  they  protect  my  repose, 

They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King  : 
I  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 

Their  chorus  forever  shall  join, 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end. 

Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine; 

TOO.  Evening  tivilight.  C.  M. 

1  HAIL  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day! 

Begone  disturbing  care ! 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  his  throne  of  grace, 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  his  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  through  long-remembered  years, 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And,  pressed  with  wants  and  griefs  and  fears, 
To  trust  his  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
To  his  fair  home  on  high. 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 


DOXOLOGIES 


1.  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory,  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

3.  C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Soi^ 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


4.  C.  M  — D. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word 

And  new-creating  breath ; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  all-divine, — 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, — 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

5.  S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below. 

Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


DOXOLOGIES.  657 

6.  H.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers,    I    Thy  name  we  sing, 
Eternal  King,  While  faith  adores. 


7.  7s. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

8.  L.  P.  M. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, — 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

9.  C.  P.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 
.    And  in  the  church  below ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 
From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

10.  8s  &  7s. 

PRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation  :— 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, — 
Author  of  the  new  creation, — 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


658  DOXOLOGIES. 

11.  8s,  7s  &  4. 


GREAT  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory- 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one. 

12.  6s  &  4s. 

TO  the  great  One  in  Three. 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

13.  7s  &  6s. 

TO  thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings : 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings : 
We  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 
2D* 


SELECTED 

PSALMS  AND  HYMNS, 

IN    PARALLELISMS, 

FOR    CHANTING. 

The  Psalms  and  other  poetical  parts  of  the  Old  Testament  are  not 
originally  metrical,  but  have  the  same  structure  in  the  Hebrew  which 
they  have  in  our  translated  Bible.  The  peculiarity  which  distinguish- 
es them  from  prose  is  parallelism,  or  a  repetition  of  the  thought  with 
variations  of  expression  in  successive  sentences,  or  in  successive  por- 
tions of  the  same  sentence.  The  Psalms,  therefore,  as  used  by  the  an- 
cient people  of  God,  in  the  temple  or  in  the  synagogues,  were  chanted, 
not  sung  to  metrical  tunes, — the  music  being  a  natural  mode  of  keep- 
ing the  voices  of  the  congregation  together  in  time  and  in  tone. 

The  first  Christian  assemblies,  using  of  course  the  '*  Psalms"  of  the 
Old  Testament,  and  adding  "  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs"  of  their  own, 
could  not  but  adopt  the  mode  of  singing  with  which  they  were  familiar 
in  the  synagogues  and  in  the  temple.  Accordingly  the  poetical  pas- 
sages of  the  New  Testament  are  generally  in  none  of  the  meters  of 
Greek  poetry,  but  resemble  in  structure  the  poetry  of  the  Old  Testa- 
ment. See  Luke  i.  46—55,  68—79.  See  also  the  hymns  and  choruses 
in  the  book  of  Revelation.  So  when  the  Apostle  Paul,  at  the  close  of 
his  argument  on  the  doctrine  of  the  resurrection,  rises  into  the  abrupt 
and  impassioned  style  of  lyric  poetry,  his  language  throws  itself  spon- 
taneously into  the  form  of  the  parallelism  ;  (1  Cor.  xv.  42—55,)  unless, 
indeed,  the  Apostle,  in  that  passage,  is  quoting  from  a  primitive  Chris- 
tian Hymn. 

The  Selections  which  follow,  are  introduced  for  the  sake  of  accom- 
modating those  churches  in  which  the  primitive  mode  of  singing  is 
adopted  in  addition  to  the  use  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  in  meter. 


ORDINARY  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

INTRODUCTORY. 

SELECTION    1.      Ps.  I. 

1  Blessed  is  the  man 

That  walketh  not  in  the  counsel  of  the  ungodly, 
Nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners, 
Nor  sitteth  in  the  seat  of  the  scornful ; 

2  But  his  delight  is  in  the  law  of  the  Lord, 
And  in  his  law  doth  he  meditate  day  and  night. 


660      SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 

3  And  he  shall  be  like  a  tree 
Planted  by  the  rivers  of  water, 

That  bringeth  forth  his  fruit  in  his  season. 

4  His  leaf  also  shall  not  wither ; 

And  whatsoever  he  doeth  shall  prosper. 

5  The  ungodly  are  not  so ; 

But  are  like  the  chaff  which  the  wind  driveth  away. 

6  Therefore  the  ungodly  shall  not  stand  in  the  judgment, 
Nor  sinners  in  the  congregation  of  the  righteous. 

7  For  the  Lord  knoweth  the  way  of  the  righteous, 
But  the  way  of  the  ungodly  shall  perish. 

8  The  Lord  knoweth  the  way  of  the  righteous, 
But  the  way  of  the  ungodly  shall  perish. 


SELECTION    3.      Ps.  six. 

1  The  heavens  declare  the  glory  of  God ; 
And  the  firmament  showeth  his  handywork. 

2  Day  unto  day  uttereth  speech, 

And  night  unto  night  showeth  knowledge. 

3  There  is  no  speech  nor  language 
Where  their  voice  is  not  heard. 

4  Their  line  is  gone  out  through  all  the  earth. 
And  their  words  to  the  end  of  the  world. 

5  In  them  bath  he  set  a  tabernacle  for  the  sun, 
Which  is  as  a  bridegroom  coming  out  of  his  chamber, 
And  rejoiceth  as  a  strong  man  to  rim  a  race. 

6  His  going  forth  is  from  the  end  of  the  heaven, 
And  his  circuit  unto  the  ends  of  it, 

And  there  is  nothing  hid  from  the  heat  thereof. 

7  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect, 

Concerting  the  soul. 

8  The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure, 

Making  Avise  the  simple. 

9  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right, 

Rejoicing  the  heart. 

10  The  commandment  of  the  Lord  is  pure. 

Enlightening  the  eyes. 

11  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean, 

Enduring  forever. 

12  The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true. 

And  righteous  altogether. 


SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING.      661 

13  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than  gold, 
Yea,  than  much  fine  gold, 

Sweeter  also  than  honey  and  the  honeycomb. 

14  Moreover  by  them  is  thy  servant  warned, 
And  in  keeping  of  them  there  is  great  reward. 

15  Who  can  understand  his  errors  1 
Cleanse  thou  me  from  secret  faults. 

16  Keep  back  thy  servant  also  from  presumptuous  sins, 
Let  them  not  have  dominion  over  me. 

17  Then  shall  I  be  upright,  and  I  shall  be  innocent 
From  the  great  transgression. 

18  Let  the  words  of  my  mouth, 
And  the  meditation  of  my  heart, 

Be  acceptable  in  thy  sight,  O  Lord, 
My  strength  and  my  Redeemer.    Amen. 

SELECTIGN    3.      From  Ps.  xxvii. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  light  and  mv  salvation, 
Whom  shall  I  fear  1 

2  The  Lord  is  the  strength  of  my  life, 
Of  whom  shall  I  be  afraid  ] 

3  One  thing  have  I  desired  of  the  Lord, 
That  will  I  seek  after; 

4  That  I  may  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord 
All  the  days  of  my  life, 

To  behold  the  beauty  of  the  Lord, 
And  to  inquire  in  his  temple. 

5  For  in  the  time  of  trouble  he  shall  hide  me  in  his  pa- 

vilion; 

6  In  the  secret  of  his  tabernacle  shall  he  hide  me ; 
He  shall  set  me  upon  a  rock. 

7  And  now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  up 
Above  mine  enemies,  round  about  me. 

8  Therefore  will  T  offer  in  his  tabernacle  sacrifices  of  joy ; 
I  will  sing,  yea,  I  will  sing  praises  unto  the  Lord. 

9  Hear,  O  Lord,  when  I  cry  with  my  voice : 
Have  mercy  also  upon  me,  and  answer  me. 

10  When  thou  saidst,  seek  ye  my  face ; 

My  heart  said  unto  thee,'  Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek. 

11  Hide  not  thy  face  far  from  me  ; 
Put  not  thy  servant  away  in  anger. 

12  Thou  hast  been  my  help  ;  leave  me  not, 
Neither  forsake  me,  O  God  of  my  salvation. 


662       SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 

13  I  had  fainted,  unless  I  had  believed  to  see  the  goodness 
Of  the  Lord,  in  the  land  of  the  living. 

14  Wait  on  the  Lord ;  be  of  good  courage, 
And  he  shall  strengthen  thine  heart : 
Wait,  I  say,  on  the  Lord. 

SELECTION    i.      Ps.  Ixiii.  1—8. 

1  O  God,  thou  art  my  God,  early  will  I  seek  thee : 

My  soul  thirsteth  for  thee,   in  a  dry  and  thirsty  land 
where  no  water  is, 

2  To  see  thy  power  and  thy  glory, 

So  as  I  have  seen  thee  in  the  sanctuary. 

3  Because  thy  loving  kindness  is  better  than  life, 
My  lips  shall  praise  thee. 

4  Thus  will  I  bless  thee  while  I  live, 
And  will  lift  up  my  hands  in  thy  name. 

5  My  soul  shall  be  satisfied  as  with  marrow  and  fatness, 
And  my  mouth  shall  praise  thee  with  joyful  lips, 

6  When  I  remember  thee  upon  my  bed, 
And  meditate  on  thee  in  the  night-watches. 

7  Because  thou  hast  been  my  help  ; 

Therefore  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings  will  I  rejoice. 

8  My  soul  folio  we  th  hard  after  thee ; 
Thy  right  hand  upholdeth  me. 

SELECTION    5.      Ps.  lxv.  1—7. 

1  Praise  waiteth  for  thee,  O  God,  in  Zion: 

2  And  unto  thee  shall  the  vow  be  performed. 

3  O  thou  that  hearest  prayer. 
Unto  thee  shall  all  flesh  come. 

4  Iniquities  prevail  against  me  : 

As  for  our  transgressions,  thou  shalt  purge  them  away. 

5  Blessed  is  the  man  whom  thou  choosest, 
And  causest  to  approach  unto  thee, 
That  he  may  dwell  in  thy  courts. 

6  We  shall  be  satisfied  with  the  goodness 
Of  thy  house,  even  of  thy  holy  temple. 

7  By  terrible  things  in  righteousness 

Wilt  thou  answer  us,  O  God  of  our  salvation. 

8  Who  art  the  confidence  of  all  the  ends  of  the  earth, 
And  of  them  that  are  afar  off  upon  the  sea. 

9  Who  by  his  strength  setteth  fast  the  mountains ; 
Being  girded  with  power : 


SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING.  663 

10  Who  stilleth  the  noise  of  the  seas, 

The  noise  of  their  waves,  and  the  tumult  of  the  people. 

11  Praise  waiteth  for  thee,  O  God,  in  Zion: 

12  And  unto  thee  shall  the  vow  be  performed. 

SELECTION    6.      From  Ps.  lxxxiv. 

1  How  amiable  are  thy  tabernacles,  O  Lord  of  hosts  ! 

2  My  soul  longeth,  yea,  even  fainteth 
For  the  courts  of  the  Lord ; 

My  heart  and  my  flesh  crieth  out  for  the  living  God. 

3  Yea,  the  sparrow  hath  found  an  house, 
And  the  swallow  a  nest  for  herself, 
Where  she  may  lay  her  young, 

4  Even  thine  altars,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  King  and  my  God. 

5  Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  in  thy  houses 
They  will  be  still  praising  thee. 

6  They  go  from  strength  to  strength  ; 

Every  one  of  them  in  Zion  appeareth  before  God. 

7  O  Lord  God  of  hosts,  hear  my  prayer : 
Give  ear,  O  God  of  Jacob. 

8  Behold,  O  God,  our  shield, 

And  look  upon  the  face  of  thine  anointed. 

9  For  a  day  in  thy  courts  is  better  than  a  thousand. 

I  had  rather  be  a  door-keeper  in  the  house  of  my  God, 
Than  to  dwell  in  the  tents  of  wickedness. 

10  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  sun  and  shield : 
The  Lord  will  give  grace  and  glory : 

11  No  good  thing  will  he  withhold  from  them  that  walk  up- 

rightly. 

12  O  Lord  of  hosts,  blessed  is  the  man  that  trusteth  in  thee. 

SELECTION    7.     From  Ps.  xcii. 

1  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord, 
And  to  sing  praises  unto  thy  name,  O  Most  High ! 

2  To  show  forth  thy  loving  kindness  in  the  morning, 
And  thy  faithfulness  eveiy  night. 

3  For  thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  through  thy  work ; 

4  I  will  triumph  in  the  work  of  thy  hands. 

5  O  Lord,  how  great  are  thy  works  ! 
And  thy  thoughts  are  very  deep. 

6  A  brutish  man  knoweth  not, 
Neither  doth  a  fool  understand  this. 

7  When  the  wicked  spring  as  the  grass, 

And  when  all  the  w orkers  of  iniquity  do  flourish, 


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It  is  that  they  shall  be  destroyed  forever : 

8  But  thou,  Lord,  art  most  high  for  evermore. 

9  For  lo,  thine  enemies,  O  Lord, 
For  lo,  thine  enemies  shall  perish. 

10  All  the  workers  of  iniquity  shall  be  scattered. 

11  The  righteous  shall  flourish  like  the  palm  tree, 
He  shall  grow  like  a  cedar  in  Lebanon. 

12  Those  that  be  planted  in  the  house  of  the  Lord 
Shall  flourish  in  the  courts  of  our  God. 

13  They  shall  bring  forth  fruit  in  old  age, 
They  shall  be  fat  and  flourishing, 

14  To  show  that  the  Lord  is  upright: 

He  is  my  rock,  and  there  is  no  unrighteousness  in  him. 

SELECTION    8.      Ps.  xciii. 

1  The  Lord  reigneth  ;  he  is  clothed  with  majesty; 
The  Lord  is  clothed  with  strength, 
Wherewith  he  hath  girded  himself; 

2  The  world  also  is  established,  that  it  cannot  be  moved. 

3  Thy  throne  is  established  of  old, 
Thou  art  from  everlasting. 

4  The  floods  have  lifted  up,  O  Lord, 
The  floods  have  lifted  up  their  voice  ; 
The  floods  lift  up  their  waves. 

5  The  Lord  on  high  is  mightier 
Than  the  noise  of  many  waters, 

Yea,  than  the  mighty  waves  of  the  sea. 

6  Thy  testimonies  are  very  sure  ; 

Holiness  becometh  thine  house,  O  Lord,  forever. 

SELECTION    9.      Ps.  xcv. 

1  O  come,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord ; 

Let  us  make  a  joyful  noise  to  the  rock  of  our  salvation. 

2  Let  us  come  before  his  presence  with  thanksgiving, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise  unto  him  with  psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  great  God, 
And  a  great  King  above  all  gods. 

4  In  his  hand  are  the  deep  places  of  the  earth ; 
The  strength  of  the  hills  is  his  also. 

5  The  sea  is  his,  and  he  made  it; 
And  his  hands  formed  the  dry  land. 

6  O  come,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down : 
Let  us  kneel  before  the  Lord  our  Maker. 


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7  For  he  is  our  God  ;  and  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture, 
And  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 

8  To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 

Harden  not  your  heart,  as  in  the  provocation, 
And  as  in  the  day  of  temptation  in  the  wilderness 
When  your  fathers  tempted  me, 
Proved  me,  and  saw  my  work. 

9  Forty  years  long  was  I  grieved  with  this  generation, 
And  said,  It  is  a  people  tha>t  do  err  in  their  heart, 
And  they  have  not  known  lny  ways. 

10  Unto  whom  I  sware  in  my  wrath, 

That  they  should  not  enter  into  my  rest. 

SELECTION    10.      Ps.  c. 

1  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  all  ye  lands. 

2  Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness ; 
Come  before  his  presence  with  a  song. 

3  Know  ye  that  the  Lord,  he  is  God  : 

4  It  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves. 
We  are  his  people  and  the  sheep  of  his  pasture. 

5  Enter  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving, 
And  into  his  courts  with  praise  : 

6  Be  thankful  unto  him,  and  bless  his  name. 

7  For  the  Lord  is  good,  his  mercy  is  everlasting. 

8  And  his  truth  endure th  to  all  generations. 

SELECTION    11.     Ps.  cxxi. 

1  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills, 
From  whence  cometh  my  help. 

2  My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord, 
Who  made  heaven  and  earth. 

3  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved : 
He  that  keepeth  thee  will  not  slumber. 

4  Behold  he  that  keepeth  Israel, 
Shall  not  slumber  nor  sleep. 

5  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper ; 

The  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy  right  hand. 

6  The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day, 
Nor  the  moon  by  night. 

7  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil ; 
He  shall  preserve  thy  soul. 

8  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out,  and  thy  coming  in, 
From  this  time  forth,  and  even  for  evermore. 


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SELECTION    13.      Ps.  cxxii. 

1  I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me, 
Let  us  go  into  the  house  of  the  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  within  thy  gates,  O  Jerusalem, 
Jerusalem  is  builded  as  a  city  that  is  compact  together. 

3  "Whither  the  tribes  go  up  ;  the  tribes  of  the  Lord, 
Unto  the  testimony  of  Israel, 

To  give  thanks  unto  the  name  of  the  Lord. 

4  For  there  are  set  thrones"  of  judgment, 
The  thrones  of  the  house  of  David. 

5  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Jerusalem, 
They  shall  prosper  that  love  thee. 

6  Peace  be  within  thy  walls ; 

And  prosperity  within  thy  palaces. 

7  For  my  brethren  and  companions'  sakes, 
I  will  now  say,  Peace  be  within  thee. 

8  Because  of  the  house  of  the  Lord  our  God, 
I  will  seek  thy  good. 

SELECTION  13.     From  Ps.  cxxxix. 

1  O  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  me,  and  known  me. 

2  Thou  knowest  my  down-sitting  and  mine  up-rising ; 
Thou  understandest  my  thought  afar  off. 

3  Thou  compassest  my  path,  and  my  lying  down, 
And  art  acquainted  with  all  my  ways. 

4  For  there  is  not  a  word  on  my  tongue, 
But  lo,  O  Lord,  thou  knowest  it  altogether. 

5  Thou  hast  beset  me  behind  and  before, 
And  laid  thine  hand  upon  me. 

6  Such  knowledge  is  too  wonderful  for  me ; 
It  is  high,  I  cannot  attain  unto  it. 

7  Whither  shall  I  go  from  thy  Spirit  1 

Or  whither  shall  I  flee  from  thy  presence  7 

8  If  I  ascend  into  heaven,  thou  art  there ; 

If  I  make  my  bed  in  hell,  behold  thou  art  there. 

9  If  I  take  the  wings  of  the  morning, 

And  dwell  in  the  uttermost  parts  of  the  sea ; 

10  Even  there  shall  thy  hand  lead  me, 
And  thy  right  hand  shall  hold  me. 

11  If  I  say,  Surely  the  darkness  shall  cover  me ; 
Even  the  night  shall  be  light  about  me. 


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12  Yea,  the  darkness  hideth  not  from  thee ; 
But  the  night  shineth  as  the  day ; 

The  darkness  and  the  light  are  both  alike  to  thee. 

13  Search  me,  O  God,  and  know  my  heart ; 
Try  me,  and  know  my  thoughts  ; 

14  And  see  if  there  be  any  wicked  way  in  me, 
And  lead  me  in  the  way  everlasting. 

SELECTION    14.      Matt.  vi.  9— 13. 

1  Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven, 
Hallowed  be  thy  name : 

2  Thy  kingdom  come, 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven. 

3  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread : 

4  And  forgive  us  our  trespasses, 

As  we  forgive  them  that  trespass  against  us. 

5  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation. 
But  deliver  us  from  evil ; 

6  For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power, 
And  the  glory  forever.    Amen. 


CONFESSION  AND    PENITENCE. 
SELECTION    15.      From  Ps.  xxxviii. 

1  O  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  in  thy  wrath, 
Neither  chasten  me  in  thy  hot  displeasure. 

2  For  thine  arrows  stick  fast  in  me, 
And  thy  hand  presseth  me  sore. 

3  There  is  no  soundness  in  my  flesh,  because  of  thine  anger; 
Neither  is  there  any  rest  in  my  bones,  because  of  my  sin. 

4  For  mine  iniquities  are  gone  over  my  head ; 

As  an  heavy  burthen  they  are  too  heavy  for  me. 

5  Forsake  me  not,  O  Lord  ; 

O  my  God,  be  not  far  from  me : 

6  Make  haste  to  help  me, 
O  Lord,  my  salvation. 

SELECTION    16.     From  Ps.  li. 

1  Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  God, 
According  to  thy  loving-kindness ; 

2  According  to  the  multitude  of  thy  tender  mercies, 
Blot  out  my  transgressions. 


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3  Wash  me  thoroughly  from  my  iniquity, 
And  cleanse  me  from  my  sin. 

4  For  I  acknowledge  my  transgressions  5 
And  my  sin  is  ever  before  me. 

5  Against  thee,  thee  only  have  I  sinned, 
And  done  this  evil  in  thy  sight. 

6  That  thou  mayest  be  justified  when  thou  speakest, 
And  be  clear  when  thou  judgest. 

7  Create  in  me  a  clean  heart,  O  God ; 
And  renew  a  right  spirit  within  me. 

8  Cast  me  not  away  from  thy  presence ; 
And  take  not  thy' Holy  Spirit  from  me. 

9  Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  thy  salvation, 

And  uphold  me  with  thy  free'Spirit :  * 

10  Then  will  I  teach  transgressors  thy  ways ; 
And  sinners  shall  be  converted  unto  thee. 

SELECTION   17.      From  Ps.  xxxii. 

1  Blessed  is  he  whose  transgression  is  forgiven, 
Whose  sin  is  covered ! 

2  Blessed  is  the  man  unto  whom  the  Lord  imputeth  not 

iniquity, 
And  in  whose  spirit  there  is  no  guile. 

3  When  I  kept  silence,  my  bones  waxed  old 
Through  my  roaring  all  the  day  long. 

4  For  day  and  night  thy  hand  was  heavy  upon  me. 
My  moisture  is  turned  into  the  drought  of  summer. 

5  I  acknowledged  my  sin  unto  thee, 
And  mine  iniquity"  have  I  not  hid. 

G  I  said,  I  will  confess  my  transgressions  unto  the  Lord, 
And  thou  forgavest  the  iniquity  of  my  sin. 

7  For  this  shall  every  one  that  is  godly  pray  unto  thee 
In  the  time  when  thou  mayest  be  found. 

8  Surely  in  the  floods  of  great  waters  they  shall  not  come 

nigh  unto  him. 

9  Thou  art  my  hiding  place  ; 

Thou  shalt  preserve  me  from  trouble  ; 
10  Thou  shalt  compass  me  about  with  songs  of  deliverance. 

SELECTION    18.      Ps.  cxxx. 

1  Out  of  the  depths  have  I  cried  unto  thee,  O  Lord. 

2  Lord,  hear  my  voice ; 

Let  thine  ears  be  attentive  to  the  voice  of  my  supplica- 
tions. 


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3  If  thou,  Lord,  shouldst  mark  iniquities, 

0  Lord,  who  shall  stand. 

4  But  there  is  forgiveness  with  thee, 
That  thou  mayest  be  feared. 

5  I  wait  for  the  Lord,  my  soul  doth  wait, 
And  in  his  word  do  I  hope. 

6  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord 

More  than  they  that  watch  for  the  morning, 

1  say,  more  than  they  that  watch  for  the  morning. 

7  Let  Israel  hope  in  the  Lord : 

For  with  the  Lord  there  is  mercy, 
And  with  him  is  plenteous  redemption. 

8  And  he  shall  redeem  Israel 
From  all  his  iniquities. 


GENERAL   PRAISE. 
SELECTION   19.      Ps.  xxxvi.  5— 10. 

1  Thy  mercy,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  heavens ; 

And  thy  faithfulness  reacheth  unto  the  clouds. 

2  Thy  righteousness  is  like  the  great  mountains ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  great  deep  : 

O  Lord,  thou  preservest  man  and  beast. 

3  How  excellent  is  thy  loving  kindness,  O  God  ! 

4  Therefore  the  children  of  men  put  their  trust 
Under  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  They  shall  be  abundantly  satisfied  with  the  fatness  of 

thy  house ; 

6  And  thou  shalt  make  them  drink  of  the  river  of  thy 

pleasures. 

7  For  with  thee  is  the  fountain  of  life : 
In  thy  light  shall  we  see  light. 

8  O  continue  thy  loving  kindness  unto  them  that  know 

thee ; 
And  thy  righteousness  to  the  upright  in  heart. 

SELECTION    20.    Ps.  lxv.  8—13. 

1  Thou,  Lord,  makest  the  outgoings  of  the  morning 
And  evening  to  rejoice  ; 

2  Thou  visiteth  the  earth,  and  waterest  it ; 

Thou  greatly  enrichest  it  with  the  river  of  God  which  is 
full  of  water : 

3  Thou  preparest  them  corn, 
When  thou  hast  so  provided  for  it. 


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4  Thou  waterest  the  ridges  thereof  abundantly ; 
Thou  settlest  the  furrows  thereof: 

5  Thou  makest  it  soft  with  showers  ; 
Thou  blessest  the  springing  thereof. 

6  Thou  crownest  the  year  with  thy  goodness  ; 
And  thy  paths  drop  "fatness. 

7  They  drop  upon  the  pastures  of  the  wilderness  ; 
And  the  little  hills  rejoice  on  every  side. 

8  The  pastures  are  clothed  with  flocks ; 

The  valleys  also  are  covered  over  with  corn ; 
They  shout  for  joy,  they  also  sing. 

SELECTION    21.      From  Ps.  ciii. 

1  Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul ! 

And  all  that  is  within  me,  bless  his  holy  name  ! 

2  Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul ! 
And  forget  not  all  his  benefits  ! 

3  Who  forgiveth  all  thine  iniquities ; 
Who  healeth  all  thy  diseases ; 

4  Who  redeemeth  thy  life  from  destruction ; 

Who  crowneth  thee  with  loving  kindness  and  tender 


5  The  Lord  executeth  righteousness  and  judgment 
For  all  that  are  oppressed. 

6  The  Lord  is  merciful  and  gracious, 
Slow  to  anger  and  plenteous  in  mercy. 

7  He  will  not  always  chide  ; 

Neither  will  he  keep  his  anger  forever 

8  He  hath  not  dealt  with  us  after  our  sins, 
Nor  rewarded  us  according  to  our  iniquities. 

9  For  as  the  heaven  is  high  above  the  earth, 

So  great  is  his  mercy  toward  them  that  fear  him. 

10  As  far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

So  far  hath  he  removed  our  transgressions  from  us. 

11  The  Lord  hath  prepared  his  throne  in  the  heavens, 
And  his  kingdom  ruleth  over  all. 

12  Bless  the  Lord,  ye  his  angels,  that  excel  in  strength, 
That  do  his  commandments,  hearkening  unto  the  voice 

of  his  word. 

13  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  hosts, 

Ye  ministers  of  his  that  do  his  pleasure ! 

14  Bless  the  Lord,  all  his  works  in  all  places  of  his  dominion ! 
Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul ! 


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SELECTION    33.      Ps.  cviii.  1—5. 

1  O  God,  my  heart  is  fixed ; 

I  will  sing  and  give  praise,  even  with  my  glory. 

2  Awake,  psaltery  and  harp; 
I  myself  will  awake  early. 

3  I  will  praise  thee,  O  Lord,  among  the  people ; 

And  I  will  sing  praises  unto  thee  among  the  nations. 

4  For  thy  mercy  is  great  above  the  heavens, 
And  thy  truth  reacheth  unto  the  clouds. 

5  Be  thou  exalted,  O  God,  above  the  heavens, 
And  thy  glory  above  all  the  earth : 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  God,  above  the  heavens, 
And  thy  glory  above  all  the  earth. 


SELECTION    33.     From  Ps.  cxi. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord ! 

2  I  will  praise  the  Lord  with  my  whole  heart, 

In  the  assembly  of  the  upright,  and  in  the  congregation. 

3  The  works  of  the  Lord  are  great, 

Sought  out  of  all  them  that  have  pleasure  therein. 

4  His  work  is  honorable  and  glorious ; 
And  his  righteousness  endureth  forever. 

5  He  hath  made  his  wonderful  works  to  be  remembered : 
The  Lord  is  gracious  and  full  of  compassion. 

6  The  works  of  his  hands  are  verity  and  judgment, 
All  his  commandments  are  sure. 

7  They  stand  fast  forever  and  ever, 
And  are  done  in  truth  and  uprightness. 

8  He  sent  redemption  unto  his  people ; 

He  hath  commanded  his  covenant  forever; 
Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name. 

9  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  the  beginning  of  wisdom : 

10  A  good  understanding  have  all  they  that  do  his  com- 
mandments : 
His  praise  endureth  forever. 


SELECTION    34.     Ps.  cxlv.  1— 13. 

1  I  will  extol  thee,  my  God,  O  King; 

And  I  will  bless  thy  name  forever  and  ever. 

2  Every  day  will  I  bless  thee, 

And  I  will  praise  thy  name  forever  and  ever. 


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3  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be  praised ; 
And  his  greatness  is  unsearchable. 

4  One  generation  shall  praise  thy  works  to  another, 
And  shall  declare  thy  mighty  acts. 

5  I  will  speak  of  the  glorious  honor  of  thy  majesty, 
And  of  thy  wondrous  works. 

6  And  men  shall  speak  of  the  might  of  thy  terrible  acts, 
And  I  will  declare  thy  greatness. 

7  They  shall  abundantly  utter  the  memory  of  thy  great 

goodness, 

8  And  shall  sing  of  thy  righteousness. 

9  The  Lord  is  gracious,  and  full  of  compassion  : 
Slow  to  anger,  and  of  great  mercy. 

10  The  Lord  is  good  to  all ; 

And  his  tender  mercies  are  over  all  his  works. 

11  All  thy  works  shall  praise  thee,  O  Lord, 
And  thy  saints  shall  bless  thee. 

12  They  shall  speak  of  xhe  glory  of  thy  kingdom, 
And  talk  of  thy  power. 

13  To  make  known  to  the  sons  of  men  his  mighty  acts, 
And  the  glorious  majesty  of  his  kingdom. 

14  Thy  kingdom  is  an  everlasting  kingdom, 

And  thy  dominion  endureth  throughout  all  generations. 


SELECTION    25.      From  Rev. 

1  Hallelujah! 

For  the  Lord  God  Omnipotent  reigneth ! 

2  The  kingdoms  of  this  world  are  become 
The  kingdoms  of  our  Lord  and  of  his  Christ ; 
And  he  shall  reign  forever  and  ever. 

3  Hallelujah ! 

We  give  thee  thanks,  O  Lord  God  Almighty, 
Who  art,  and  wast,  and  art  to  come. 

4  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

5  Hallelujah! 

Salvation  to  our  God  who  sitteth  upon  the  throne, 
And  unto  the  Lamb. 

6  Amen!  Hallelujah!  Amen. 

7  Hallelujah ! 

Blessing,  and  glory,  and  wisdom, 

And  thanksgiving,  and  honor,  and  power,  and  might, 

8  Be  unto  our  God  forever  and  ever. 


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SELECTION    2G.     From  Rev. 

1  Hallelujah  ! 

Great  and  marvellous  are  thy  works,  Lord  God  Al- 
mighty ! 

2  Just  and  true  are  thy  ways,  thou  King  of  saints. 

3  Hallelujah! 

Who  shall  not  fear  thee,  O  Lord,  and  glorify  thy  name ! 
For  thou  only  art  Holy. 

4  For  all  nations  shall  come  and  worship  before  thee ; 
For  thy  judgments  are  made  manifest. 

5  Hallelujah! 

Salvation,  and  glory,  and  honor,  and  power,  unto  the 
Lord  our  God ; 

6  For  true  and  righteous  are  his  judgments. 

7  Hallelujah ! 

Praise  our  God,  all  ye  his  servants, 

8  And  ye  that  fear  him,  both  small  and  great. 
Amen  !    Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP. 

SELECTION    37.     Ps.  xxiii. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd  ;  I  shall  not  want. 

2  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pastures  : 
He  leadeth  me  beside  the  still  waters. 

3  He  restoreth  my  soul ;  he  leadeth  me 

In  the  paths  of  righteousness  for  his  name's  sake. 

4  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of 

death, 
I  will  fear  no  evil :  for  thou  art  with  me ; 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  they  comfort  me. 

5  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me 
In  the  presence  of  mine  enemies : 
Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil : 
My  cup  runneth  over. 

G  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  oie 
All  the  days  of  my  lite : 
And  I  shall  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  forever. 

SELECTION    38.      Ps.  Jxxxix.  15—18. 

1  Blessed  is  the  people  that  know  the  joyful  sound : 
They  shall  walk,  O  Lord,  in  the  light  of  thy  countenance. 

2  In  thy  name  shall  they  rejoice  all  the  day : 
And  in  thv  righteousness  shall  thcv  1  e  exalted 

2E  " 


674  SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING. 

3  For  thou  art  the  glory  of  their  strength ; 
And  in  thy  favor  our  horn  shall  be  exalted. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  our  defence  ; 

And  the  Holy  One  of  Israel  is  our  King. 

SELECTION    29.      Ps.  cxvii. 

1  O  praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  nations, 
Praise  him  all  ye  people. 

2  For  his  merciful  kindness  is  great  toward  us 
And  the  truth  of  the  Lord  endureth  forever : 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

SELECTION    30.      Ps.  cxix.  1—8 

1  Blessed  are  the  undented  in  the  way, 
Who  walk  in  the  law  of  the  Lord. 

2  Blessed  are  they  that  keep  his  testimonies. 
And  that  seek  him  with  the  whole  heart. 

3  They  also  do  no  iniquity : 
They  walk  in  his  ways. 

4  Thou  hast  commanded  us  to  keep  thy  precepts, 
To  keep  thy  precepts  diligently. 

5  O  that  my  ways  were  directed 
To  keep  thy  statutes  ! 

6  Then  shall  I  not  be  ashamed, 

When  I  have  respect  unto  all  thy  commandments. 

7  I  will  praise  thee  with  uprightness  of  heart, 
When  I  shall  have  learned  thy  righteous  judgments. 

8  I  will  keep  thy  statutes, 
O  forsake  menot  utterly. 

SELECTION    31.      Ps.  cxix.  33— 40. 

1  Teach  me,  O  Lord,  the  way  of  thy  statutes, 
And  I  shall  keep  it  unto  the"  end. 

2  Give  me  understanding,  and  I  shall  keep  thy  law; 
Yea,  I  shall  observe  it  with  my  whole  heart. 

3  Make  me  to  go  in  the  path  of  thy  commandments : 
For  therein  do  I  delight. 

4  Incline  my  heart  unto  thy  testimonies. 
And  not  to  covetousness. 

'5  Turn  away  mine  eyes  from  beholding  vanity ; 

And  revive  thou  me  in  thy  way. 
6  Establish  thy  word  unto  thy  servant, 

Who  is  devoted  to  thv  fear. 


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7  Turn  away  my  reproach  which  I  fear: 
For  thy  judgments  are  good. 

8  Behold,  I  hare  longed  after  thy  precepts  : 
Revive  me  in  thy  righteousness. 

SELECTION    33.      Ps.  cxix.  97—104. 

1  O  how  I  love  thy  law ! 

It  is  my  meditation  all  the  day. 

2  Thou,  through  thy  commandments,  hast  made  me  wiser 

than  mine  enemies ; 
For  they  are  ever  with  me. 

3  I  have  more  understanding  than  all  my  teachers ; 
For  thy  testimonies  are  my  meditation. 

4  I  understand  more  than  the  ancients  ; 
Because  I  keep  thy  precepts. 

5  I  have  refrained  my  feet  from  every  evil  way, 
That  I  might  keep'thy  word. 

6  I  have  not  departed  from  thy  judgments, 
For  thou  hast  taught  me. 

7  How  sweet  are  thy  words  unto  my  laste  ! 
Yea,  sweeter  than  honey  to  my  mouth. 

8  Through  thy  precepts  I  get  understanding : 
Therefore  I  hate  every  false  way. 


SELECTION    33.      Ps.  cxix.  169—176. 

1  Let  my  cry  come  near  before  thee,  O  Lord: 
Give  me  understanding  according  to  thy  word. 

2  Let  my  supplication  come  before  thee  : 
Deliver  me  according  to  thy  word. 

3  My  lips  shall  utter  thy  praise, 

When  thou  hast  taught  me  thy  statutes. 

4  My  tongue  shall  speak  of  thy  word  : 

For  all  thy  commandments  are  righteousness. 

5  Let  thine  hand  help  me  ; 

For  I  have  chosen  thy  precepts. 

6  I  have  longed  for  thy  salvation.  O  Lord  ; 
And  thy  law  is  my  delight. 

7  Let  my  soul  live,  and  it  shall  praise  thee  ; 
And  let  thy  judgments  help  me. 

8  I  have  gone  astray  like  a  lost  sheep : 

Seek  thy  servant  :'for  I  do  not  forget  thy  commandments. 


676       SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 

SELECTION  34.      From  Ps.  cxix.     Isa.  lvii. 

1  Blessed  are  they  that  keep  the  testimonies  of  the  Lord; 
And  that  seek  him  with  the  whole  heart. 

2  They  also  do  no  iniquity ;  they  walk  in  his  ways. 

3  The  wicked  are  like  the  troubled  sea 
When  it  cannot  rest, 

Whose  waters  cast  up  mire  and  dirt. 

4  There  is  no  peace,  saith  my  God,  to  the  wicked. 

5  Great  peace  have  they  who  love  thy  law 
And  nothing  shall  offend  them. 

G  But  there  is  no  peace,  saith  my  God,  to  the  wicked. 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

BAPTISM. 
SELECTION    35.      Isa.  xliv.  2—5;  lxiii.  16.    Gal.  iii.  29. 

1  Thus  saith  the  Lord  that  made  thee, 
And  formed  thee,  who  will  help  thee, 

2  Fear  not  O  Jacob  my  servant, 
And  Israel  whom  I  have  chosen, 

3  For  I  will  pour  water  upon  him  that  is  thirsty, 
And  floods  upon  the  dry  ground : 

I  will  pour  my  Spirit  upon  thy  seed, 
And  my  blessing  upon  thine  offspring : 

4  And  they  shall  spring  up  as  among  the  grass, 
As  willows  by  the  water  courses. 

5  One  shall  say,  I  am  the  Lord's; 

And  another  shall  call  himself  by  the  name  of  Jacob ; 

6  And  another  shall  subscribe  with  his  hand  to  the  Lord, 
And  surname  himself  by  the  name  of  Israel. 

7  Doubtless  thou  art  our  Father, 
Though  Abraham  be  ignorant  of  us, 
And  Israel  acknowledge  its  not. 

8  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  our  Father,  our  Redeemer; 
Thy  name  is  from  everlasting. 

9  If  we  be  Christ's,  then  are  we  Abraham's  seed. 
10  And  heirs  according  to  the  promise. 


SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING  677 

SELECTION    3G.      Matt.  six.  ]4.     Isa.  A  11. 

1  And  Jesus  said,  Suffer  little  children, 
And  forbid  them  not  to  come  unto  me ; 

2  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

3  He  shall  feed  his  flock  like  a  shepherd : 

4  He  shall  gather  the  lambs  with  his  arm, 
And  carry  them  in  his  bosom. 

5  Hosanna !  Blessed  is  he  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the 

Lord, 

6  Hosanna  in  the  highest. 

SELECTION    37.      Matt,  xxviii.  18—20. 

1  And  Jesus  came  and  spake  unto  them,  saying, 

2  All  power  is  given  unto  me  in  heaven  and  in  earth ; 

3  Go  ye  therefore,  and  teach  all  nations, 

4  Baptizing  them  in  the  name  of  the  Father,  and  of  the 

Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost ; 

5  Teaching  them  to  observe  all  things 
Whatsoever  I  have  commanded  you : 

6  And,  lo !  I  am  with  you  always, 

Even  unto  the  end  of  the  world.    Amen. 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

SELECTION    38.      Ps.  cxviii.  22— 29. 

1  The  stone  which  the  builders  refused 
Is  become  the  head-stone  of  the  comer. 

2  This  is  the  Lord's  doing; 

It  is  marvellous  in  our  eyes. 

3  This  is  the  day  which  the  Lord  hath  made ; 
We  will  rejoice  and  be  glad  in  it. 

4  Save  now,  I  beseech  thee,  O  Lord : 

O  Lord,  I  beseech  thee,  send  now  prosperity. 

5  Blessed  is  he  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ; 
We  have  blessed  you  out  of  the  house  of  the  Lord. 

6  God  is  the  Lord,  which  hath  showed  us  light : 
Bind  the  sacrifice  with  cords, 

Even  unto  the  horns  of  the  altar. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  and  I  will  praise  thee  ; 
Thou  art  my  God,  I  will  exalt  thee. 

8  O  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good ; 
For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 


678  SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING. 

SELECTION    39.      La.  liii.  4—7  ;  10. 

1  Surely  he  hath  borne  our  griefs, 
And  carried  our  sorrows  : 

2  Yet  we  did  esteem  him  stricken, 
Smitten  of  God,  and  afflicted. 

3  But  he  was  wounded  for  our  transgressions, 
He  was  bruised  for  our  iniquities  ; 

4  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  was  upon  him  ; 
And  with  his  stripes  we  are  healed. 

5  All  we  like  sheep  have  gone  astray ; 

We  have  turned  every  one  to  his  own  way; 

6  And  the  Lord  hath  laid  on  him  the  iniquity  of  us  all. 

7  He  was  oppressed,  and  he  was  afflicted, — 
Yet  he  opened  not  his  mouth : 

8  He  is  brought  as  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter, 
And  as  a  sheep  before  her  shearers  is  dumb, 
So  he  opened  not  his  mouth. 

9  Yet  it  pleased  the  Lord  to  bruise  him, 

10  He  hath  put  him  to  grief. 

11  When  thou  shalt  make  his  soul  an  offering  for  sin, 
He  shall  see  his  seed,  he  shall  prolong  his  days, 

12  And  the  pleasure  of  the  Lord  shall  prosper  in  his  hand. 
He  shall  see  of  the  travail  of  his  soul,  and  shall  be 

satisfied. 

SELECTION    40.      From  Rev.  v.  12,  13. 

1  Worth r  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain 

2  To  receive  power,  and  riches,  and  wisdom, 
And  strength,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  blessing. 

3  Blessing,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  power, 

4  Be  unto  Him  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne, 
And  unto  the  Lamb,  forever  and  ever.    Amen ! 


GATHERING    OF  A   CHURCH. 

SELECTION    41.      From  Ps.  lxxxvii. 

1  His  foundation  is  in  the  holy  mountains. 

2  The  Lord  loveth  the  gates  of  Zion 
More  than  all  the  dwellings  of  Jacob. 

3  Glorious  things  are  spoken  of  thee,  O  city  of  God. 

4  And  of  Zion  it  shall  be  said, 

This  and  that  man  was  born  in  her ; 

And  the  Hisrhest  himself  shall  establish  her. 


SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING.       679 

5  The  Lord  shall  count,  when  he  writeth  up  the  people, 
That  this  man  was  born  there. 

6  Glorious  things  are  spoken  of  thee,  O  city  of  God. 
All  my  springs  are  in  thee. 


DEDICATION   OF    A    HOUSE    OF   WORSHIP. 

SELECTION    43.      From  Ps.  cxxxii. 

1  Arise,  O  Lord,  into  thy  rest ; 
Thou,  and  the  ark  of  thy  strength. 

2  Let  thy  priests  be  clothed  with  righteousness; 
And  let  thy  saints  shout  for  joy. 

3  The  Lord  hath  chosen  Zion  : 

He  hath  desired  it  for  his  habitation. 

4  This  is  my  rest  forever : 

Here  will  I  dwell,  saith  the  Lord. 

5  I  will  abundantly  bless  her  provision ; 
I  will  satisfy  her  poor  with  bread. 

6  I  will  also  clothe  her  priests  with  salvation ; 
And  her  saints  shall  shout  aloud  for  joy. 


ORDINATION. 

SELECTION    43.      From  Ps.  lxviii. 

1  The  Lord  gave  the  word ; 

Great  was  the  company  of  those  that  published  it. 

2  The  Lord  gave  the  word  ; 

Great  was  the  company  of  those  that  published  it. 

3  Thou  hast  ascended  on  high, 
Thou  hast  led  captivity  captive  ; 
Thou  hast  received  gifts  for  men, 

4  Yea,  for  the  rebellious  also, 

That  the  Lord  God  might  dwell  among  them. 

SELECTION    44.      Isa.  liii.  7—10. 

1  How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains 

Are  the  feet  of  him  that  bringeth  good  tidings,  that  pub- 
lisheth  peace ; 

2  That  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good,  that  publisheth  sal- 

vation : 
That  saith  unto  Zion,  Thy  God  reigneth. 


680  SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING. 

3  Thy  watchmen  shall  lift  up  the  voice ; 
With  the  voice  together  shall  they  sing : 

4  For  they  shall  see  eye  to  eye, 

When  the  Lord  shall  bring  again  Zion. 

5  Break  forth  into  joy,  sing  together, 
Ye  waste  places  of  Jerusalem  ! 

6  For  the  Lord  hath  comforted  his  people, 
He  hath  redeemed  Jerusalem ! 

7  The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arm, 
In  the  eyes  of  all  the  nations ; 

8  And  all  the  ends  of  the  earth 
Shall  see  the  salvation  of  our  God. 


FAST    DAY. 
SELECTION    4:5.      Joel,  ii.  15—18,  32. 

1  Blow  the  trumpet  in  Zion, 

Sanctify  a  fast,  call  a  solemn  assembly : 

2  Gather  "the  people,  sanctify  the  congregation. 

3  Let  the  priests,  the  ministers  of  the  Lord, 
Weep  between  the  porch  and  the  altar, 

4  And  let  them  say,  Spare  thy  people,  O  Lord, 
And  give  not  thy  heritage  to  reproach. 

5  Then  will  the  Lord  be  jealous  for  his  land, 
And  pity  his  people. 

6  Yea,  the  Lord  will  answer,  and  it  shall  come  to  pass 
That  whosoever  shall  call  on  the  name  of  the  Lord  shall 

be  delivered. 

7  For  in  Mount  Zion  and  in  Jerusalem  shall  be  deliverance, 
As  the  Lord  hath  said  ; 

8  In  Mount  Zion  and  in  Jerusalem  shall  be  deliverance, 
As  the  Lord  hath  said. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY. 


SELECTION    46.      From  Ps.  cxlvii. 


1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ; 

For  it  is  good  to  sing  praises  unto  our  God. 

2  Sing  unto  the  Lord  with  thanksgiving ; 
Sing  praise  upon  the  harp  unto  our  God ; 


SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING.  681 

3  Who  covereth  the  heaven  with  clouds, 
Who  prepareth  rain  for  the  earth, 

Who  maketh  grass  to  grow  upon  the  mountains. 

4  He  giveth  to  the  beast  his  food, 
And  to  the  young  ravens  which  cry. 

5  The  Lord  taketh  pleasure  in  them  that  fear  him, 
In  those  that  hope  in  his  mercy. 

6  Praise  the  Lord,  O  Jerusalem ! 
Praise  thy  God,  O  Zion  ! 

7  For  he  hath  strengthened  the  bars  of  thy  gates, 
He  hath  blessed  thy  children  within  thee. 

8  He  maketh  peace  in  thy  borders, 

And  filleth  thee  with  the  finest  of  the  wheat. 

9  He  hath  showed  his  word  unto  Jacob, 

His  statutes  and  his  judgments  unto  Israel. 

10  He  hath  not  dealt  so  with  any  nation: 

11  And  as  for  his  judgments,  they  have  not  known  them. 

12  Praise  ye  the  Lord.     Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


MISSIONARY    MEETINGS. 
SELECTION    47.      Isa.  lxii.  1—4,  and  be.  20,  22. 

1  For  Zion's  sake  will  I  not  hold  my  peace, 
And  for  Jerusalem's  sake  I  will  not  rest ; 

2  Until  the  righteousness  thereof  go  forth  as  brightness, 
And  the  salvation  thereof  as  a  lamp  that  burnetii. 

3  And  the  Gentiles  shall  see  thy  righteousness, 
And  all  kings  thy  glory : 

4  And  thou  shalt  be  called  by  a  new  name, 
Which  the  mouth  of  the  Lord  shall  name 

5  Thou  shalt  also  be  a  crown  of  glory  in  the  hand  of  the 

Lord, 
And  a  royal  diadem  in  the  hand  of  thy  God. 

6  Thou  shalt  no  more  be  termed  forsaken : 
Neither  shall  thy  land  be  any  more  desolate. 

7  Thy  sun  shall  no  more  go  down  ; 
Neither  shall  thy  moon  withdraw  itself: 

8  For  the  Lord  shall  be  thine  everlasting  light, 
And  the  days  of  thy  mourning  shall  be  ended. 

9  A  little  one  shall  become  a  thousand, 
And  a  small  one  a  strong  nation  : 

10  I  the  Lord  will  hasten  it  in  his  time. 
2E* 


682  SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING. 

SELECTION    48.      Isa.  lxii.  6,  7,  10-12. 

1  wuV  ?  sf  watchmen  uPon  thy  walls,  O  Jerusalem, 
Which  shall  never  hold  their  peace  day  nor  night  • 

2  Ye  that  make  mention  of  the  Lord,  keep  not  silence  • 
And  give  him  no  rest,  till  he  establish, 

And  till  he  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  in  all  the  earth. 

3  Go  through,  go  through  the  gates ; 
Prepare  you  the  way  of  the  people : 

4  Cast  up,  cast  up  the  highway; 

Gather  out  the  stones;  lift  up  a  standard  for  the  people, 

5  Behold  the  Lord  hath  proclaimed  unto  the  end  of  the 

world, 
Say  ye  to  the  daughter  of  Zion,  Behold,  thy  salvation 
cometh ;  J 

6  Behold,  his  reward  is  with  him, 
And  his  work  before  him. 

7  And  they  shall  call  them,  The  holy  people. 
The  redeemed  of  the  Lord :  ' 

8  And  thou  shalt  be  called, 
Sought  out,  a  city  not  forsaken. 


FUNEREAL 


SELECTION    4:9.      From  Ps.  xxxix. 

1  Lord,  make  me  to  know  mine  end, 
And  the  measure  of  my  days,  what  it  is ; 

2  That  I  may  know  how'frail  I  am. 

3  Behold,  thou  hast  made  my  days  as  an  handbreadth 
And  mine  age  is  as  nothing  before  thee. 

4  Verily  every  man  at  his  best  estate 
Is  altogether  vanity. 

5  When  thou  with  rebukes  dost  correct  man  for  iniquity 
Thou  makest  his  beauty  to  consume  awav  like  a  moth. 

6  Surely,  every  man  is  vanity. 

7  Hear  my  prayer,  O  Lord, 
And  give  ear  unto  my  cry ; 

8  Hold  not  thy  peace  at  my  tears. 

9  And  now,  Lord,  what  wait  I  for  ? 
10  My  hope  is  in  thee. 


SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING.  683 

SELECTION    50.      Ps.  xc.  1-4;  10—12. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  been  oar  dwelling-place 
In  all  generations. 

2  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth, 

Or  ever  thou  hadst  formed  the  earth  and  the  world. 
Even  from  everlasting  to  everlasting,  thou  art  God. 

3  Thou  turnest  man  to  destruction  ; 
And  sayest,  Return  ye  children  of  men. 

4  For  a  thousand  years  in  thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday 

when  it  is  past, 
And  as  a  watch  in  the  night. 

5  The  days  of  our  years  are  threescore  years  and  ten, — 

6  And  if  by  reason  of  strength  they  be  fourscore  years, — 
Yet  is  their  strength  labor  and  sorrow ; 

For  it  is  soon  cut  off,  and  we  fly  away. 

7  Who  knoweth  the  power  of  thine  anger  1 
Even  according  to  thy  fear,  so  is  thy  wrath. 

8  So  teach  us  to  number  our  days 

That  we  may  apply  our  hearts  unto  wisdom. 

SELECTION    51.      Ps.  ciii.  15—18. 

1  As  for  man,  his  days  are  as  grass ; 

2  As  a  flower  of  the  field,  so  he  flourisheth ; 

3  For  the  wind  passeth  over  it,  and  it  is  gone ; 

4  And  the  place  thereof  shall  know  it  no  more. 

5  But  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  is  from  everlasting 
To  everlasting  upon  them  that  fear  him, 

6  And  his  righteousness  unto  children's  children ; 

7  To  such  as  keep  his  covenant, 

8  And  to  those  that  remember  his  commandments  to  do 

them. 

SELECTION    52.      Rev.  xiv.  13  ;   xx.  6  ;    i.  5. 

1  Blessed  are  the  dead, 

Who  die  in  the  Lord  from  henceforth  : 

2  Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors; 
And  their  works  do  follow  them. 

3  Blessed  and  holy  is  he  that  hath  part  in  the  first  resur- 

rection : 
On  such  the  second  death  hath  no  power; 

4  But  they  shall  be  priests  of  God  and  of  Christ, 
And  shall  reign  with  him  a  thousand  years. 


634       SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 

5  Unto  him  that  loved  us, 

And  washed  us  from  our  sins  in  his  own  blood, 

6  And  hath  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  and  his 

Father ; 
To  him  be  glory  and  dominion  forever  and  ever. 


D0X0L0GY. 

Luke,  ii.  14.     Isa.  vi.  3. 


1  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest : 
And  on  earth  peace, 

Good  will  towards  men. 

2  Holy  !  Holy  !  Holy !  is  the  Lord  of  Hosts ! 
The  whole  earth  is  full  of  his  glory.    Amen. 


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INDEX  OF  FffiST  LINES. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley    .     .  470 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page Ccrwper    ,     .     .  315 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be Steele  ....  517 

A  present  God  is  all  our  strength  ....  Doddridge  .  .  398 
Above  these  heavens'  created  rounds    .     .     .    Watts       ...     74 

According  to  thy  gracious  word Montgomery  .     .  573 

Again,  my  tongue,  thy  silence  break  .  .  .  Watts  .  .  .  210 
Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest   ....   William  Mason   306 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light Mrs.  Barbauld     308 

Against  thee,  Lord,  alone Tate  <$•  Brady     102" 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man -j  *T^ Toll  *.  '  404 

Ah,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain     .     .   Steele       .     .     .  437 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts      .     .     .  354 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise     .     ,     .     .     .  Steele       .     .     .  467 

All  hail,  incarnate  God E.  Scott       .     .  586 

All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  .    .     .     i  p™™net7    '     '  382 

All  his  servants  join  to  sing Conder  .     .  217 

All  power  and  grace  to  God  belong  ....  Pratt's  Coll.      .  362 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord Montgomery       .  223 

All  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice       ....    Watts      .     .     .  286 

Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord Steele       .     .     .  335 

Almighty  Maker,  God Watts'  Lyrics  .  296 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame Steele       ...     78 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies Watts      ...     20 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  Barlow  .  .  .  263 
Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound      .     .  Newton     .     .     .  464 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts      .     .     .  469 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state        ....  Pratt's  Coll  .     .  328 

Amid  thy  wrath  remember  love Watts      ...     77 

Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great  .  .  .  Watts  .  .  .  155 
Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  ....  Watts  .  .  .  162 
And  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone  .  .  .  Kelly  .  .  .  446 
And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high      ....  Steele       .     .     .  458 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have Beddome  .     .     .  466 

And  must  this  body  die Watts      .     .     .  544 

And  will  the  God  of  grace Watts      .     .     .  156 


688 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


And  will  the  great  eternal  God    .     . 
And  will  the  Judge  descend     .     .     . 
And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
Angel,  roll  the  rook  away   .... 
Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 

Another  day  is  past 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done    .     . 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 
Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools       .     . 
Are  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown 
Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
Arise,  my  gracious  God       .     .     . 
Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 
Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise  .     . 
As  changing  as  the  moon    .     .     . 
Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep   . 
As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  springs 
As  when,  in  silence,  vernal  showers 
As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains    . 
At  thy  command,  O  Lord,  our  hope 
Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song  .     .     . 
Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song    . 
Awake  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays    . 
Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
Awake  my  soul,  to  sound  his    praise 
Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
Awake,  our  drowsy  souls   .... 
Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears    . 
Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 
Awake,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King 
Away  from  every  mortal  care      .     .     . 


.  Doddridge 
.  Doddridge 
.   Steele  .     . 
.   T.  Scott 
.  Montgomery 
.   Curtis'  Coll. 
.  J.  Stennett 
.  Newton 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 
.  Merrick 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 
.   T.  Scott 
.  Mrs.  Mackay 
.    Tate  <$■  Brady 
.  Rippon 
.  Newton    .     . 
.    Walts,  alt.    . 
.    Watts      .     . 
.  Hammond     . 
.    Steele  .     .     . 
.    Watts       .     . 
.  Kenn  .     .     . 
.  Medley     .     . 
.  Barbauld 
.  Doddridge     . 
.  Barlow      .     . 
.  Needham 
.  E.   Scott 
.    Watts 
.  Doddridge 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 


BACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we  look, 
Be  joyful  in  God  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth 
Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  .... 
Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  .... 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  .... 
Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  .  . 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb   .... 

Behold  the  lofty  sky 

Behold  the  love,  the  generous  love  . 

Behold '  the  morning  sun  - 

Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread  .     .     . 
Behold  the  sure  foundation-stone      .     .     . 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord     .     .     . 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 

Behold  !  where  in  a  mortal  form  .... 
Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head  .  .  . 
Beset  with  threatening  dangers  round  .     . 


Watts      .     . 
Montgomery- 
Tate  <f  Brady 
Watts 
Ogilvie 
Watts- 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Wardlaw 
Watts 
Newton 
Watts 
Watts 
Enfield 
Heber 
Watts 


Page. 

.  587 
.  551 

.  506 
.  359 
.  348 
.  652 
.  304 
.  472 
.  107 
.  28 
.  598 
.  33 
.  462 
.  254 
.  339 
.  615 
.  83 
.  397 
.  479 
.  574 
.  407 
.  484 
.  344 
.  463 
.  644 
.  370 
.  468 
.  481 
.  211 
.  321 
.  308 
.  476 
.  624 
.  258 
.  298 

.  402 
.  193 
.  112 
.  191 
.  285 
.  351 
.  386 


.  72 
.  30 
s  Coll  533 
.  224 
.  472 
.  232 
489 
.  349 
.  530 
.  216 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


689 


Bestow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth 
Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea  .     . 

Beyond  the  starry  skies 

Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow,  . 
Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God     .     . 
Bless,  O  thou  western  world,  thy  God 
Bless  ye  the  Lord  with  solemn  rite 
Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace,    .... 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
Blest  are  the  undefiled  in  heart  .     .     . 
Blest  be  the  everlasting  God  .... 
Blest  be  the  Lord  who  heard  my  prayer 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Blest  be  thou,  O  God  of  Israel,  .  .  . 
Blest  is  the  man,  forever  blest  .  .  . 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  soul  can  move 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  liberal  heart  . 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place  . 
Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  .  . 
Blest  morning,  whose  first  opening  rays 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  .... 
Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  . 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn 
Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 
Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love  . 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 
By  Babel's  stream  the  captives  sate 
By  vows  of  love  together  bound 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill     .     .     . 


CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation      .     .     . 
Can  creatures  lo  perfection  find       .     . 
Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young 
Children  of  God,  who  faint  and  slow,  . 
Children  of  the  heavenly  King    .     .     . 
Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme 
Christ  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day  .     .     . 
Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies    .     . 
Churches  of  Christ  by  God's  right  hand 
Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord 

Come,  every  pious  heart 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls       .     . 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high  .  . 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God  .  . 
Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord 
Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise  .  . 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs    . 


.   Cowper,  alt 
.    Cornier     . 
.    Turner,  ali. 
.   S.  F.   Smith 
.    Watts      . 
.    Watts       . 
.  Montgomery 
.    Watts 
.    Watts      . 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 
.    Watts 
.  Dwight     . 
.  Fawcett     . 
.  Epis.  Coll. 
.    Watts 
.    Watts      . 
.  E.  T.  Fitch 
.  Barbauld 
.   Watts 
.    Watts 
.    Walts 
.    Toplady 
.  Heber 
ng  Heber 
.    Watts 
.  Boden 
.    Watts 
.  Dwight 
.  E.   f.  Fitch 
.  Heber 


Montgomery 
Watts 
Collyer 
Watts 

Bawdier,  alt. 
Cennick    . 
Watts      . 
Pratfs  Coll. 
C.    Wesley,  alt. 
Conder     . 
Watts      . 
S.  Stennett 
Browne     . 
Watts 
Beddome 
Reed's  Coll. 
Watts      . 
E.  Jones,  alt. 
Kelly 
Steele 
Watts 
Watts 


600 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Page 


Come  let  us  join  our  friends  a'uvo,  ) 

See,  Let  Saints  bekw,  cf-c:  \ 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise  .     .     .   Campbell's  Coll.  37'J 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God  ....   Doddridge,  alt.  591 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare       ....  Newton,  alt.  .  473 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above       ....  Doddridge     .  .  397 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice Barbauld,  alt.  .  417 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad Watts      .     .  .   183 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King Madan's  Coll.  .  400 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing    )       .     . 

See,  Saviour,  source  of,  cf-c.  J        .     . 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints        .     .     .   Steele       .     .  .  294 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain     ....  Montgomery  .  426 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer E.    Taylor    .  .  295 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed     .     .   Steele       .     .  .  417 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish.   Spir.  Songs.  .  418 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord       .     .   G.  Burder    .  .  328 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord Watts      .     .  .  485 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name      .     .  Steele       .     .  .  383 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden Hart         .     .  .    i'2o 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord Waits      .     .  .  234 

Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove  ....   Watts      .     .  .  2C7 

Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain Newton     .     .  .  637 


DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy 

sadness       

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  . 
Dearest  of  all  the  names  above     . 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary'  soul 
Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
Deathless  principle,  arise  !       .      . 
Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now    , 
Deep  are  the  wounds  that  sin  has  made 
Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be    •     . 
Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  .     .     . 
Didst  thou,  my  Saviour,  suffer  shame 
Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord 
Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  tny  Lord    .     . 
Dread  Jehovah!  God  of  nations 
Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 


EARLY  my  God  without  delay- 
Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long 
Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched  abroad 


Fitzgerald's  Col.  518 
526 


Eternal  God,  almighty  cause  . 

Eternal  Power !  almighty  God 
Eternal  source  of  every  joy  . 
Eternal  Spirit  !  we  confess  . 
Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness  . 


Montgomery 
Newton 

Watts 

Steele 

Steele 

Toplady 

Watts 

Steele 

Watts- 

C.    Wesley 

Watts 

Beddome 

Kirkhani 

Hart 

Doddridge 

Christ.   Obs. 

Watts 

Watts       . 
Watts 
Watts 

Williams,  or 
Browne.  . 
Steele  .  . 
Doddridge 
Watts  . 
C.   Wesley 


.  549 
.  377 
.  473 
.  511 
.  535 
.  545 
.  388 
.  133 
.  405 
.  558 
.  371 
.  444 
.  566 
.  442 
.  607 
.  649 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  G9 1 

Page. 

Eternal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise      ....    Watts'  Lyrics  .  322 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  God Watts       .     .     .190 


ht 


FAIR  shines  the  morning  star 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 

Far  as  the  isles  extend 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  1  flee  . 
Far  as  thy  name  is  known  .  .  . 
Father  divine,  thy  piercing  eye  .  . 
Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  . 
Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  .  . 
Father,  1  sing  thy  wondrous  grace  . 
Father  of  all !  thy  care  we  bless 
Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name  .  .  . 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word  .  . 
Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace  . 
Father  of  peace,  and  God  of  love  . 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo  . 
Firm  as  the  earth  thy  Gospel  stands 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bri 
Firm  and  unmoved  are  they  .  .  . 
Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  joy 
Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord  . 
Forever  shall  my  song  record 
Forever  with  the  Lord  .  .  . 
Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 
Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  we  go 
For  the  mercies  of  the  day  .  . 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 
Friend  after  friend  departs  .  . 
Friends  of  God  in  every  land 
From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  . 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thou 
From  Egypt's  bondage  come  .  .  . 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  . 
From  the  cross  uplifted  high  .  .  . 
From  the  throne  of  God  there  springs 


GENTLY,  gently  lay  thy  rod     .     . 
Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword      .     . 
Give  glory  to  God  in  the  highest ;  give 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise    . 
Give  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
Give  thanks  to  God  most  high     .     . 
Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord 
Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 
Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears     .     . 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 
Glory  to  God  on  high      .... 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 


hts 


Sermons 


praise 


Montgomery 

Turner     . 

Pratt's  Coll. 

Cowper,  alt. 

Watts 

Doddridge 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts       . 

Doddridg 

Watts' 

Steele  . 

Doddridg 

Doddridg 

Steele  . 

Logan 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Montgomery, 

Heber  .     . 

C.  Wesley 

B.  W.  Noel 

Browne    . 

Montgomery 

E.  T.  Fitch 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Kelly,  alt. 

Heber 

Hav:eis     . 

Toplady   . 

Lyte    .     . 

Doddridge 

Montgomery 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Gerhard 

JS'cwtou 

Anon.  . 

Kenn  . 


423 
491 
139 
G30 
96 
G31 
414 
23G 
132 
628 
399 
314 
448 
3G2 
45G 
529 
465 
61 
245 
27 
274 
1C3 
alt.  560 
.  296 
.  648 
.  311 
.  311 
.  541 
.  257 
.  206 
.  222 
.  251 
.  479 
.  595 
.  422 
.  94 

.  17 
.  90 
.  60 
.  563 
.  205 
.  203 
.  261 
.  260 
.  260 
.  59 
.  494 
.  515 
.  386 
.  65 


692 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Glory  to  the  Father  give Montgomery 


God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  s 
God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son  .     . 
God  in  the  high  and  holy  place     . 
God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise  .     . 
God  is  our  refuge  ever  near    .     . 
God  is  our  refuge  tried  and  proved 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints     . 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God  my  supporter  and  my  hope  . 

God  of  eternal  love 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  .     . 
God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 
God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down 
God  of  my  life  !  through  all  its  day; 
God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise 
God  of  our  fathers,  to  thy  throne 
God  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise 
God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 

God  of  the  sun-light  hours,  how  sad 

God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear  . 
Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King  . 
Go,  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord 

Go  to  dark  Guthsemane 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime 
Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 
Grace,  't  is  a  charming  sound 
Great  P'ather  of  each  perfect  gift 
Great  Father  of  mankind    ... 
Great  Former  of  this  various  frame 
Great  God,  at  thy  command     .     . 
Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings     . 
Great  God  !  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove     . 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  . 
Great  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just     . 
Great  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Great.  God,  the  heaven's  well-ordered  frame 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye    .     . 
Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 
Great  God,  whom  heaven,  and  earth,  and 
Great  God,  whose  universal  sway    .     . 
Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  praise  be  great 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high    .     .     . 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 


Walts 
Watts 
Beddome  . 
Montgomery 
Watts 
Conder 
Lyte    .     . 
Watts       . 
Cowper     . 
Watts       . 
Watts 
Lyte    .     . 
Watts 
Watts 
Doddridge 
Watts 
Bacon  .    . 
Heginbotham 
Watts 
Lie/child' 

alt.    ■     ■ 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts      . 
Montgomery 
Montgomery 
Watts       . 
Doddridge 
Doddridge 
Doddridge 
Doddridge 
Gibbons    . 
Watts 
Roscoe,  alt. 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts        . 
Kippis 
Watts 

S  Gibbons  or 

}       Ward  ■ 

.    Steele 

.  E.  Scott  . 

.   Steele 

.  Doddridge 

.  Luther 
sea  Pratt's  Coll. 
Watts 
Watts 
Lyte,  alt.  . 
Watts 
Watts       . 


Coll. 


Page. 
.  595 
.  110 
.  162 
.  313 
.  330 
.  297 
.  93 
.  93 
.  92 
.  340 
.  142 
.  205 
.  129 
.  135 
.  80 
.  642 
.  211 
.  601 
.  626 
644 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  .... 
Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  .  . 
Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel  .  .  . 
Great.  Source  of  life,  our  souls  confess 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah !    .     . 


HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
Had  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say    .     . 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed     .... 
Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day    .     . 
Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace     . 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  .     .     . 
Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended       .     . 
Happy  the  city,  where  their  sons     .     . 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign     . 
Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God     .     . 
Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet     . 
Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 
Hark !  how  the  distant  nations  sing 
Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Hark,  the  glad  sound — the  Saviour  comes 
Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee      .     .     . 
Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time  . 

Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  relief  .  .  . 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise  .  .  . 
Hearken,  Lord,  to  my  complaints  . 
Hear  me,  O  God,  my  voice  attend  . 
Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel  .  . 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclai 
Heaven  has  confirmed  the  great  decree 
He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  .  . 
He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 
Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  .  . 
He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns 
Here,  Lord  of  life  and  light,  to  thee  . 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God  .  . 
He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known  . 
High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  .  . 
Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name   .     .     . 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

Hosanna  "to  the  living  Lord  .... 
Hosanna,  with  a  cheerful  sound  .  .  . 
How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord 
How  awful  is  thy  chastening  rod  .  . 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet       .     .     . 

How  beautiful  the  sight 

How  blest  are  those,  how  truly  wise    . 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 
How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God    .     . 


Watts 

Watts 

Steele  .     . 

Watts 

Doddridge 

Oliver 

Watts,  alt. 
Walls .     . 
Montgomery 
Bacon  .     . 
Doddridge 
Watts .     . 
C.  Wesley 
Watts  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Kelly,  alt. 
Kelly   .     . 
Doddridge 
Montgomery 
Cawood    . 
Spirit  of  the 
Psalms  • 
Montgomery 
T.  Scott  . 
Montgomery 
W.  Goode 
Watts  .     . 
Allen's  Coll 
Watts  .     . 
Doddridge 
Watts  .     . 
Steele  .     . 
Waits  .    . 
Watts  .     . 
Bacon  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Newton     . 
Watts  .     . 
Needham 
Salisbury  C 
Heber  .     . 
Watts  .     . 
Addison  . 
Watts .     . 
Watts .     . 
Montgomery 
Steele  .     .     ', 
Barbauld,  alt 
Barbanld  . 
Coicper     . 


Coll. 


693 

Page. 
.      95 

.  401 
.  605 
.  15.'* 
.  337 
.  481 

.  447 
.  244 
.  137 
.  655 
.  383 
.  215 
.  537 
.  275 
.  446 
.  64 
.  10 
.  610 
.  600 
.  384 
.  366 
.  527 
.  346 

.  524 

.  134 
.  433 
.  85 
.  120 
.  195 
alt.  429 
.  538 
.  534 
.  358 
.  378 
.  24 
.  188 
.  579 
.  175 
.  36-1 
.  74 
.  325 
300 
.  293 
.  642 
.  336 
.  148 
.  415 
.  255 
.  581 
.  539 
.  449 
.  188 


694 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


How  bright  thy  glories  beam  .  .  . 
How  charming  is  the  place  .  .  . 
How  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy  . 
How  did  ray  heart  rejoice  to  hear  . 
How  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 

How  gentle  God's  commands 
How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy  . 
How  happy  is  his  part    .... 
How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 
How  heavy  is  the  night       .     .     . 
How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies  . 
How  honorable  is  the  place     .     . 
How  large  the  promise  !  how  divine 
How  long,  eternal  God  !  how  long  . 
How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings,  Lord 
How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  pleasant  't  is  to  see     .     .     . 
How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
How  pleasing  is  thy  voice  .     .     . 
How  precious  is  fhe  book  divine 
How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is    . 
How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place  . 
How  swift  the  torrent  rolls      .     .     . 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  vain,  how  transient  are  the  days 

TASKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
I  hear  thy  word  with  love  .... 
I  lift  my  soul  to  God       .... 
I  love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries 
I  love  the  Lord  :  his  gracious  ear 
1  love  the  volume  of  thy  word     . 
I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord    ... 
I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away     .     , 
I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face       .     , 
I  stand  on  Z  ion's  mount     .     . 
I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  J  did  . 
I  to  the  hills  will  lift  my  sight 
I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  . 
I  will  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high 
I  will  praise  thee  every  day    . 
I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to 
If  death  my  friend  and  me  divide 
If  God  snccc:  i  not,  all  the  cost  . 


Dwight     . 

S.  Stennett 

Reed,  alt. 

Watts .     . 

Watts  .     . 

Kirkham  or 
Kennedy 
.  Doddridge 
.    Watts.     . 
.   G.  Burgess 
.  Logan,  alt. 
.    Watts  .     . 
.   Steele  . 
.   Watts  .     . 
.    Watts.     . 
.   Watts .     . 
.   Watts .     . 
.    Watts .     . 
.  Milton,  alt. 
.    Steele  .     . 
.   Watts.     . 
.  Montgomery 
.   Watts  .     . 
.  Dwight     . 
.  Fawcett    . 
.   Watts.     . 
.  Dr.  Stennett 
.    Watts .     . 
.   Newton     . 
.    Urwich/s  Coll 
.  Bowring 
.    Watts, 
.  Doddridge,  a 
.    Watts.     . 
.  E   Scott  . 

.  Newton  . 

.  Watts .  . 

.  Watts.  . 

.  Watts .  . 

.  Steele  .  . 

.  Watts.  . 

.  Dwight  . 

.  Watts.  . 

.  Watts.  . 

.  Swain,  alt. 

•  Cowper  . 

.  Christ.   Obs. 

.  Watts.  . 

.  Waits.  . 

.  Cowper     . 

.  Muhlenberg 

.  C:  Wesley 

.  Watts.     . 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


695 


If  God  to  build  the  house  deny    . 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 

If  through  unruffled  seas     .     .     . 

I  '11  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 

I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  my  King 

I  'ra  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 

In  all  my  ways,  O  God  .... 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not     . 

In  deep  distress  our  Saviour  prayed 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise 

In  haste,  O  God,  attend  rny  call 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known 

In  latter  days  the  mount  of  God 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid 

In  sweet  exalted  strains      .     .     , 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assemblin; 

In  thy  presence  we  appear 

In  time  of  tribulation     .     .     . 

In  true  and  patient  hope     .     . 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

In  vain  1  search  creation  o'er .     . 

In  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint 

In  Zion's  sacred  gates    .... 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine      .     . 

Interval  of  grateful  shade  .     .     . 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  pra}'er 

Into  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth      . 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart .     . 

Is  this  the  kind  return    .... 

It  is  the  Lord — enthroned  in  light 

It  is  the  Lord,  our  Saviour's  hand 


JEHOVAH  God  !  thy  gracious  power 
Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light 
Jehovah's  praise  sublime    .     .     . 
Jehovah  reigns,  your  tribute  bring 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home     .     . 
Jesus, — and  didst  thou  leave  the  s 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be  ,     . 
Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name  . 
Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain     . 
Jesus  invites  his  saints  .... 
Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies .     . 
Jesus  !  lover  of  rny  soul      .     .     . 
Jesus,  our  best  beloved  friend 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace 


ky 


.    Watts 

.  Noel     , 

.   Pratt's  Coll. 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Waits 

.    Watts 

.  Beddome 

.    Watts 

.    Watts,  alt. 

.    Watts 

.  Barloio 

.   Watts 

.  Logan,  alt. 

.  Newton 

.  Hawkesuorth 

.  Francis 

.   Barlow,  alt. 

.   Kelly   .     . 

.  Montgomery  , 

.   Montgomery  , 

.   C.  Wesley 

.    Watts      . 

.  Campbell's  Coll. 

.   Steele,  alt. 

.  Newton,  alt. 

.  Dwight     . 

.  Doddridge 

.  Fawcett     . 

.  Doddridge 

.    Toplady   . 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.   Watts 

.    T.  Greene 

.    Watts 

.  Dr.  Thompson 

.  Watts      . 

.  Conder     . 

.  W.  Goode 

.  Anon.  .     . 

.  Steele,  alt. 

■  Grigg  .     . 

.  Kelly   .      . 

.  Doddridge,  alt. 

.  T.  H.  Gallaudet  502 

.  Watts       . 

.  Watts 

.  C.   Wesley 

.  Mnjitgomery 

.  Watts 

.  Doddridge 


696 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Jesus,  the  Saviour's  name  .     . 
Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King   . 
Jesus,  thy  robe  of  righteousness 
Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 
Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 
Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 
Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 
Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 
Just  o'er  the  grave  1  hung  .... 


KEEP  silence  all  created  things 
Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong 
Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation     . 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 
Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love  . 
Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  . 
Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  .  . 
Let  avarice,  from  shore  to  shore  .  . 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  . 

Let  every  creature  join 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  .  .  . 
Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 
Let  God  arise  in  all  his  might  .  . 
Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be 
Let  party  names  no  more  .... 
Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing  .  . 
Let  sinners  take  their  course  .  .  . 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly 
Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind  .  .  . 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 
Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  .  . 
Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  .  .  . 
Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake  .  . 
Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord  . 
liift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise  . 
Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Like  sheep  we  went  astray  .  .  . 
Listen,  sinner !  mercy  hails  you  .  . 
Little  rain-drops  feed  the  rill  .  .  . 
Lo,  God  is  here  !  let  us  adore  .  . 
Lo,  he  comes  !  with  clouds  descendin 
Lo,  I  behold  the  scattering  shades  . 
Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck,  of  land  .  . 
Lo,  the  Lord  Jehovah  livelh  .  .  . 
Lo,  the  mighty  God  appearing  .  . 
Lo,  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 
Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
Lo,  what  an  entertaining  sight  .  . 
Long  as  I  live  I  '11  bless  thy  name  . 
Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  . 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye 


.  Watts      . 

.  Pratt's  Coll. 

.  Watts 

.  C.  Wesley 

.  Cowper     . 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts       . 

.  Watts 

.  Duright     . 

.    Watts      . 

.    Watts 

.  Montgomery . 

.    Watts 

.   C.  Wesley 

.    Watts       . 

.    Watts 

.    Watts       . 

.    Watts 

.    Waits 

.    Watts 

.   Watts       . 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.  Beddome  . 

.    C.  Wesley,  alt. 

.    Watts 

.  Pratt's  Coll. 

.  Milton,  alt. 

.  Newton 

.   Watts 

.    Watts 

.  Doddridge 

.    Watts 

.    Wardlaw 

.    Toplady  . 

.    Watts 

.  Reed    .     . 

.   Sigourney 

.  Pratt's  Coll. 

.    Oliver.     . 

.    Watts      . 

.    C.  Wesley 

.  W.  Goodc 

.   W.  Goode 

.    Watts       . 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts       . 

.    Doddridge 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


697 


Lord,  at  this  closing  hour   .... 
Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold  .... 
Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  bend .     . 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  . 
Lord  God  of  my  salvation  .... 
Lord,  hast  thou  cast,  the  nation  off  . 
Lord,  how  delightful 'tis  to  see    .     . 
Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was 
Lord,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare 
Lord,  I  am  not  proud  in  heart      .     . 
Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 
Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin 
Lord,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes     .     . 
Lord,  I  commit  my  soul  to  thee  .     . 
Lord,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right  . 
Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 
Lord,  I  look  for  all  to  thee  .... 
Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days  . 
Lord,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 
Lord,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults 
Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
Lord,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days 
Lord,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  pame 
Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live    .... 
Lord,  let  me  know  mine  er.d  .     .     . 
Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise   .     . 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind       .     . 
Lord  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise  . 

Lord  of  the  world?  above  .     .     .     • 
Lord,  since  in  mj  advancing  age 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright     . 

Lord,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry  . 

Lord,  thou  hast  planted  with  thy  hands 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere  . 

Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray    .     . 

Lord,  thy  church  hath  seen  thee  rise    . 

Lord,  't  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand  .     . 

Lord,  to  thy  sacred  house 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  boundless  grace 

Lord,  we  corne  before  thee  now  .     .     . 

Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults  . 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  .     . 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man      . 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er     . 

Lord,  when  iniquities  abound      .     .     . 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
2F 


.  E.  T.  Fitch 
.  J.  Stennett 
.  Bowdler 
.  Anon.  . 

.  Lyte  . 
.  Watts. 
.  Watts  . 
.  Watts  . 
.  Watts  . 
.  Steele  . 
.  G.  Burgess 
.  Watts  . 
.  Watts. 
.  Watts  . 
.  Steele,  alt 
.  Watts  . 
.  Watts. 
.  Lyte  . 
Watts  . 

Watts  . 

Watts  . 

Watts  . 

D  wight 

Steele  . 

Toplady 

Montgomery 

Montgomery 

W.  Goode 

Steele  .     . 

Watts  .     . 

Watts  .     . 

Montgomery 

Watts  .     . 

Watts  .     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts .     . 

Newton     . 

Watts  ,     , 

Pratt's  Coll. 

Watts .     . 

Dwight     . 

Steele  .     .     , 

Hammond, 

Watts .     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts.     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts  ^    . 

Watts  .     . 

Watts .     . 

Watts .     . 

Steele  .     . 


alt. 


698 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Lord,  when  our  raptured  thought  surveys 
Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high  . 
Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire     . 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  .... 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling     .     .     . 


MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

Many  centuries  have  fled 

May  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet  ) 
See,  Kindred  in  Christ  ....  J 
May  not  the  sovereign  Lord  on  high 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 
Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations  . 
Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song  . 
Methinks  the  last  great  day  is  come 
Mine  eyes  and  my  desire  .... 
Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven 
Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  .  . 
Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join  . 
Must  all  the  charms  of  nature,  then, 
My  country,  'tis  of  thee  .... 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  . 
My  faith  looks  up  to  thee  .  . 
My  Father,  God,  how  sweet  the  sound 
My  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat  .  . 
My  former  hopes  are  fled  .... 
My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  .  . 
My  God,  consider  my  distress  .  . 
My  God,  defend  my  cause  .... 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  . 
My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  . 
My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
My  God,  my  everlasting  hope  .  . 
My  God,  my  Father  !  blissful  name 
My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love  . 
My  God,  O  could  I  make  the  claim 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  .  . 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue  .  .  . 
My  God,  preserve  my  soul  .  .  . 
My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love  . 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys  . 
My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save  .  . 
My  God,  thy  service  well  demands. 
My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  . 
My  God,  while  impious  men  .  .  . 
My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right  . 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  .  . 
My  Maker  and  my  King  .... 
My  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show  . 
My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  .  .  . 
My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 


P»sr? 

Steele  .     . 

.  331 

Watts .     .     . 

.  130 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  268 

Watts .     .     . 

.  283 

C.  Wesley 

.  454 

S.  Stennett    . 

.  3G9 

Cowper     . 

.  477 

Conder     .     . 

.  576 

Newton     .     . 

.  582 

Watts .     .     . 

.  341 

Newton     .     . 

.  565 

Kelly  .     .     . 

.  600 

Watts.     .     . 

.  193 

Needham .     . 

.  547 

Watts .     .     . 

.     55 

Watts .     .     . 

.  465 

Collyer     .     . 

.  361 

Medley     . 

.  345 

Watts .     . 

.  403 

S.  F.  Smith, 

alt.   609 

Walts .     . 

.  349 

Ray  Palmer 

.  387 

Doddridge,  a 

It.  .  451 

Steele  .     . 

.  474 

Cowper     . 

.  405 

Watts .     . 

.  271 

Watts .     . 

.  233 

Watts.     . 

.     86 

Wu,tts.      . 

.  643 

Waits.     . 

.     12 

Watts .     . 

.  110 

Watts .     . 

.  135 

Steele  .     . 

.  452 

Watts .     . 

.  276 

Watts .     . 

.     .  439 

Steele,  alt. 

.     .  510 

Watts.     . 

.     .  630 

Watts.     . 

.     .  117 

Dwight     . 

.     .  107 

Doddridge 

.     .  458 

Watts .     . 

.     .  440 

Watts .     . 

.     .     76 

Watts  .     . 

.     .  273 

Doddridge 

.     .  634 

Watts.     . 

.     .  270 

Divight     . 

.     .  270 

Doddridge 

.     .  442 

Watts .     . 

.     .     62 

Mrs.  Steele 

.     .  338 

Watts.     . 

.     .  167 

Watts.     . 

.     24 

Watts .     . 

.     .  273 

INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


My  Saviour  and  my  King  .... 
My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 
My  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord   .     . 
My  shepherd  will  supply  my  need    . 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard   .... 
My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day 
My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 
My  soul,  repeat  his  praise  .... 
My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise     . 
My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  .     .     . 
My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord 
My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy   .     . 
My  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend  . 

NAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
Nature  with  open  volume  stands 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  . 
No  offering  God  requires    .... 
Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts      .     .     . 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth     .     . 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  . 
Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men     . 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true 
Not  to  ourselves  who  are  but  dust 
Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord     . 
Not  with  our  mortal  eyes    .     .     . 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme   . 
Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
Now  Christ  ascends  on  high  .     - 
Now,  gracious  Lord  !  thine  arm  reveal 
Now  I  'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 
Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  . 
Now  is  th'  accepted  time    .... 
Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey    . 
Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear   .     . 
Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive 
Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record  . 
Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime 

Now  let  our  voices  join 

Now  living  waters  now 

Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead  .  . 
Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright 
Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  .  . 
Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme  . 

O  ALL  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God 
O  all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord     . 


.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Heath  . 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Walts 

.  Beddomc 

.  Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    W.  Goode 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

j  Dr.  S.  Stennett, 

\    alt.      ■ 

.    Watts 

.  Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Langford . 

.   Waits 

.    Watts 

.   Newton 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.  Dobell. 

.  Doddridge 

.    Watts 

.    Doddridge 

.    Watts 

.   Gibbons 

.  Doddridge 

.  Anon.  . 

.  Newton 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.  Anon.  . 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 


699 

Page. 
.  SO 
.  136 
.  47 
.  48 
.  469 
.  557 
.  157 
.  236 
.  199 
.  202 
.  115 
.  81 
.  457 
.  18 

.  498 
.  372 
.  476 
.  105 
.  555 
.  385 

489 

394 
367 
220 
219 
512 
445 
484 

89 

11 
626 
140 
431 
432 
380 
132 
614 

46 
479 
482 
525 
565 

44 
126 
647 
371 
376 
412 


Spirit  of  the 
Psalms  •  ' 
Watts      .     . 


301 
222 


700 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord  .     .     . 
O  blessed  souls  are  they     .     . 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  .     . 
O  cease,  my  wandering  soul    . 
O  corne,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord 
O  could  I  find  from  day  to  day 
O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 
O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
O  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  . 
O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 
O  for  an  overcoming  faith   .     . 
0  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy     . 
O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

O  for  the  death  of  those      .     . 


O  God,  attend  while  hosts  of  foes 
O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 
O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 
O  God — my  gracious  God — to  thee 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 
O  God  of  Abraham,  ever  sure 
O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness 
O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call     . 
O  God  of  my  salvation,  hear  .     . 
O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  .     . 
O  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone     . 
O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs 
O  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  his 
O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
O  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filled 
O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord    . 
O  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high    . 
O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 
O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  .     .     . 
O  let  me,  heavenly  Lord,  extend 
O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown  .     . 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  for  Jesus'  sake 
O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee  . 
O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes    . 
O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill 
O  Lord,  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee 
O  Lord  my  God,  oppressed  with  grie 
O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King     .     . 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great. 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine 
O  Lord,  our  Lord  most  high    . 
O  Lord,  the  Saviour  and  defence 
O  Lord,  thine  ancient  churches  spare 
O  Lord,  thy  counsels  and  thy  care 
O  Lord,  thy  covenant  is  sure  ,     . 
O  Lord,  thy  pitying  eye  surveys  . 


praise 


.   Conder 

.    Watts 

.    Watts      . 

.  Epis.  Coll. 

.  Montgomery 

.  Hartford  Selec. 

.  Medley     . 

.   Steele  .     . 

.  Bryant 

.   Coivper     . 

.   C.  Wesley 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.   C.  Wesley 

(  Anon,  in  Ch. 

\     Psalmody 

.  Dwight     . 

.  Bacon .     . 

.  Heber  .     . 

.    Tate  4-  Brady 

.    Watts 

.   Bacon  . 

.  Doddridge,  alt. 

.    Watts       . 

.    Watts 

.  Barlow 

.    Watts 

.  Montgomery 

.    Watts 

.  Montgomery 

.  Doddridge 

.    Watts 

.    Watts 

.    Watts      . 

.  Needham . 

.  Watts 

.  Merrick    . 

.   H.  K.  White 

.  Dwight,  alt. 

.  Ryland 

.    Watts      . 

.   Cowper     . 

.    Watts 

.   Steele  .     . 

.    Tate  cf-  Brady 

.    Watts 

.    Watts       . 

.  W.Goode 

.   Watts 

.    Tate  Sc  Brady 

.  Cong.  H.  Book 

.   Cong.  H.  Book 

.   Conder     .     . 

.  Doddridge,  alt. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


O  Lord,  thy  weary  churches  w:ut  . 
O  my  God,  by  thee  forsaken  .  .  . 
O  Prince  of  life  !  all  power  is  thine 
O  render  thanks  to  God  above  .  . 
O  save  thy  servants,  Lord  .... 
O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place  .  . 
O  that  the  Lord's  salvation  .  ... 
O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
O  that  thy  statutes  every  hour  .  . 
O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys  . 
O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 

O  thou  Preserver  of  mankind      .     . 
O  thou  that  nearest  prayer  .... 
O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith 
O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 
O  thou,  to  whom  in  ancient  time 
O  thou  who  hast  died  to  redeem  us  from 
O  thou  whose  grace  and  justice  reigns 
O  thou  whose  ever-wakeful  eye  .     .     . 
O  thou  whose  hand  the  kingdom  sways 
O  thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 
O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears    . 
O  't  was  a  joyful  sound  to  hear    .     . 
O  what  stupendous  mercy  shines     . 
O  where  is  now  that  glowing  love    . 
O  where  shall  rest  be  found     .     .     . 
O  Wisdom,  whose  unfading  power  . 
O  ye  that  serve  the  Lord  of  light      . 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 

Obedient  to  our  Zion's  King  .  .  . 
O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness  . 
Of  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing  .  ■ 
Of  old,  O  God,  across  the  sea  .  . 
Oft  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught 
Oft  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace  .  . 
Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  . 
On  God  the  race  of  man  depends  . 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand  . 
On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God  . 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 
On  thy  church,  O  Power  divine  .     . 

Our  children  thou  dost  claim  .     .     . 

Our  country  is  ImmanuePs  ground  . 
Our  Father,  throned  above  the  skies 
Our  heavenly  Father  calls  .... 
Our  heavenly  Father,  hear.  .  .  . 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  .     . 

Our  rulers,  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise 

Our  willing  feet  shall  stand     .... 
Out  of  the  depths  of  long  distress    .     . 

59* 


beJ 


S.  F.  Smith  . 
Pratt's  Coll.  . 

'/'.  Scott  .     . 
Tate  <$■  Brady 

D  wight     .     . 

Watts.     .     . 

Lyte.     .     .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

Anon.  .     .     . 

Humphries,  or 
Hawcis  •     • 

Dwight     .     . 

Pratt's  Coll. 
Toplady  .     . 

Watts .     .     . 

Pierpont,  alt. 

Bacon  . 

Watts .     .      . 

E.  Scott  .     . 

Dwight     .     . 

Bryant      .     . 

Steele  .     .     . 

Tate  <§•  Brady 

Rippon     .     . 

Kelly  .     .     . 

Montgomery . 

Heber  .     .     . 

G.  Burgess  . 

Doddridge     . 

Anon.  .     .     . 

Cotterell    .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

Pratt's  Coll. 

W.  Goode     . 

Steele  .     .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

Watts,  alt.    . 

S.  Stennett   . 

Kippis      .     . 

Kelly  .     .     . 

Pratt's  Coll. 

Salisbury  Coil- 
alt.      • 

Barbauld 

T.  Scott,  alt. 

Doddridge 

Montgomery 

C.  Wesley 

Watts,  alt.  by 
Dwight    • 

Montgomery 

Watts  .     . 


701 

Page. 

.  519 

.  85 
.  435 
204 
113 
506 
28 
233 
235 
559 
582 

501 

271 
395 
435 
104 
297 
575 
243 
654 
134 
589 
509 
242 
601 
508 
534 
591 
257 
514 
568 
522 
194 
148 


294 
645 
123 
555 
643 
518 
129 

570 

478 
451 
492 
291 
53 

45 

242 
250 


702 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  white 
Peace,  *l  is  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 
People  of  the  living  God  .... 
Plants  of  the  heart  we  bring  .  .  . 
Plead,  O  God,  my  cause  with  those 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  . 
Praise  the  Lord — his  power  confess 
Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above  . 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore  him 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise    .     . 
Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high  .... 
Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 
Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  .... 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  let  praise  employ 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  shall  joi 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  on  every  height 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  't  is  good  to  raise 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire    . 
Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 


QUIET.  Lord,  my  froward  heart 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs    . 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  .     .     . 
Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord 
Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state 
Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries  . 
Return,  my  roving  heart,  return  . 
Return,  O  God  of  love,  return     . 
Return,  O  wanderer,  return     .     . 
Rise,  gracious  God,  and  shine 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wim 
Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me      .     . 
Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean      .     . 


SAFELY  through  another  week  . 
Salvation  is  forever  nigh  .... 
Salvation !  O  the  joyful  sound    .     . 

Save  me  from  evil  men 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  . 
Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 
Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing  . 
Saviour  !  I  see  a  thousand  charms  . 
Saviour  !  when  night  involves  the  skies 
See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain  . 
See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
See  how  the  mounting  sun  .  .  . 
See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand   . 


Montgomery 
Doddridge 
Epis.  Coll. 
Montgomery 
Sigoumey 
KT.  Fitch 
Watts  .     . 
Wrangham 
Pratt's  Coll. 
Liverpool   Old 

Coll.  ■ 
Barbaidd,  alt 
Doddridge 
Watts .  . 
W.  Goode 
Watts .  . 
Steele  .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Hemans  . 
Walts.  . 
Montgomery 
Watts .  , 
S.  Stamett 


Newton    . 

Watts .  . 
C.  Wesley 
Watts .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Doddridge 
Doddridge 
Watts.  . 
Collycr,  alt. 
Pratt's  Coll. 
Ccnnick  . 
Needham . 
Toplady  . 
Pratt's  Coll. 

Newton  . 
Watts.  . 
Watts  .  . 
Divight  . 
Watts  .  . 
Edmeston 
Robinson  . 
S.  Stennett, 
Gisborne  . 
Kelly,  alt. 
Steele  .  . 
E.  Scott  . 
Doddridge 


alt. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


See  the  leaves  around  us  falling .  . 
See  what  a  living  stone  .... 
Sense  can  afford  no  real  joy  .  .  . 
Servant  of  God,  well  done  .  .  . 
Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life  . 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud 

Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine  . 
Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God  .  . 
Show  pity.  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive  . 
Since  all  the  coming  scenes  .  .  . 
Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord  .  . 
Sing  hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord     . 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  aloud 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high  .  . 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  . 
Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high  .  .  . 
Sing  to  the  Lord  our  God  .... 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  . 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts 
Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  .  . 
Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease  .  .  . 
Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  .  .  . 
Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep  . 
Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  .  . 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message  ? 

See,  Hear  the  heralds ( 

So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  .     . 
Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray    .     .     . 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day      .     .     . 
Sole  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  skies 
Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 
Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang  .     . 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say    .     . 
Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power 
Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay     .     . 
Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold    . 
Spirit  of  truth,  on  this  thy  day     .     . 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord    .     .     . 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay    .     . 
Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains  . 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
Stretched  on  the  bed  of  grief  .     . 
Sure,  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 
Sure,  there  's  a  righteous  God 
Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  Ki 

Sweet,  is  the  work,  O  Lord      .     . 


Hornc,  alt. 
Watts .     . 
Watts .     . 
Montgomery 
Dwight     . 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts      . 
Doddridge 
W'atts      . 
Hervey 
Watts       . 
Sweetner  . 
Watts      . 
Watts 
Watts 
Dwight     . 
W.  Goode 
Watts       . 
Watts 
Doddridge 
Watts 
Watts 
Ne.wton     . 
Ej)is.  Coll.,  alt. 
Watts 
J.  Wesley 

Allen's  Coll 

Steele  .     . 

Watts  . 
S.  F.  Smith, 
Epis.  Coll. 
E.  Scott  . 
Watts  . 
Montgomery 
Watts 

Pratt's  Coll. 
Montgomery 
Montgomery 
Heber  .     . 
Montgomery 
Watts 
C.  Wesley 
Steele  .     . 
Watts 
Watts 
Dwight     . 
Steele  .     . 
Watts       . 
Watts       . 
Watts       . 
Spirit  of  the 

Psalms  ■ 


703 

Page. 
621 
225 
195 
013 
164 
401 
343 
127 
477 
102 
338 
126 
400 
154 
280 
183 
192 
186 
186 
332 
.  483 
,  403 
,  402 
428 
430 
.  427 
.  428 


alt. 


704 


INDEX    OF    FIRST 


Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
Swift  as  declining  shadows  pass 


LINES. 

Page. 

Heginbotham  .  511 
Newton  .  .  .  504 
Pratt's  Coll.  .     .196 


TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days 
Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name    . 
Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift .     . 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come      . 
That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high    . 
The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high 
The  day  is  past  and  gone    .... 
The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 
The  deluge  at  the  Almighty's  call    .     , 
The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's    .     . 
The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come  . 
The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice 
The  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth 
The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge  , 
The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
The  harvest  dawn  is  near  ... 
The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord    . 
The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads  . 
The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face  . 
The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now    .     . 
The  Lord  descended  from  above      .     . 
The  Lord,  descending  from  above    .     . 
The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 
The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways 
The  Lord  in  trouble  hear  thee     .     .     . 
The  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 
The  Lord  is  Judge,  before  his  throne  . 
The  Lord  is  King,  lift  up  thy  voice 
The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall 

know 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed    .     .     . 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal  state 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  Let  all    . 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is  ...     . 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light      .     . 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims    .... 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might  .     . 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all      .     . 

The  Lord  shall  hear  my  humble  prayer 

The  Lord  will  come  ;  the  earth  shall  quake 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns .     . 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns 

The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King 

The  man  is  ever  blest 


Selec. 


Watts 
Montgomery 
Heginbotham 
Waits       . 
Watts 
Watts       . 
Cowper 
Hartford 
W.  Scott 
Doddridge 
Watts 
Merrick    . 
G.  Burgess 
Watts 
E.  Scott  . 
Montgomery 
G.  Surges s 
K$ly  .     . 
Watts 
Doddridge 
Watts 
Watts 
Stcrnhold 
Watts 
Tate  <Sr 
Watts 
Lyte     .     . 
Watts 
W.  Goode 
Conder,  alt. 

Montgomery 

Kelly  , 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Addison 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

H.  K.  White 

H.  K.  White 

W.  Goode 

Heber,  alt. 

Steele 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 

Watts 


Brady  . 


.     78 

.  209 

alt.  462 

.  551 

.  215 

.  187 

.  501 

652 

547 

390 

51 

242 

181 

99 

499 

330 

247 

363 

37 

419 

91 

223 

35 

414 

49 

.  200 

45 

187 

18 

342 

51 

359 

180 

318 

189 

48 

49 

56 

180 

416 

321 

323 

272 

550 

179 

98 

101 

201 

9 


INDEX    OF    FlI  ST    LINES. 


'05 


The  mighty  frame  of  glorio  is  sjrinn 
The  mighty  God,  the  wise  and  jti/U 
The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  • 
The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  . 
The  praises  of  my  tongue  .... 
The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

The  promises  I  sing 

The  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great 
The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear  .     . 
The  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree 
The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame     . 
The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
The  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charms 


The  Savi 


comes  to  call 


scape 


The  spacious  firmament  on  high  . 
The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 

See,  '  A  glory  gilds,'  cf-c.  . 
The  Spirit  in  our  hearts  .  .  . 
The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove  . 
The  starry  firmament  on  high 
The  starry  heavens  thy  rule  obey 
The  sun,  that  minister  of  love  . 
The  swift  declining  day  .  .  . 
The  swift  not  always  in  the  race 
The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries, — E 

the  mountains    .... 
The  waving  fields  of  golden  corn     . 
Thee,  O  my  Lord,  my  soul  adores   . 
Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  ... 
Thee  will  1  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength 
There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks    . 
There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight   .     . 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest     . 
These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 
They  w  ho  seek  the  throne  of  grace  . 
They  that  toil  upon  the  deep  .     .     .     . 
Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  w^e  love 
Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  . 
This  curious  frame,  these  noble  powei 
This  God  is  the  God  we  adore     .     . 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love   . 
This  place  is  holy  ground   .... 
This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 
This  world,  O  God,  like  that  above 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  wi 

deplore  thee 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  .  . 
Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone  .  . 
Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest   . 


11  not 


shine 


Watts'  yiiscell. 
WaUs.     . 
Steele,  alt. 

Wafts  .  . 
Walts  .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Doddridge 
Doddridge 
Steele  .  . 
Newton  . 
Cowper  . 
Doddridge 
Steele  .  . 
Toplady's  Coll. 
alt.  ■  ■ 
Addison    . 

Cowper     . 

Epis.  Coll. 
Watts,  alt. 
Sir  R.  Grant 

Watts  . 
Gibbons 
Doddridge,  alt. 
T.  Scott  . 
Montgomery 

■  Thornby  . 

Peacock,  alt. 
Steele  .  . 
Watts .  . 
Watts .  .  , 
Cowper  . 
Steele  ,  . 
Watts  .  . 
Watts .  . 
Tappan  . 
Watts  .  . 
Anon.  .  . 
Montgomery 
Doddridge 
Watts .  . 
E.  Scott  . 
Hart  .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Watts  .  . 
Montgomery 
Watts  .  . 
Guion,  alt. 

Heber  .     . 

Watts  .  . 
Doane .  . 
Watts.     . 


2  F* 


706 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Page. 

Thou  gracious  God  and  kind Pratt's  Coll.      .  153 

Thou,  Jehovah,  God  o'er  all Pratt's  Coll.      .  162 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead C.  Wesley     .     .  553 

Thou,  Lord,  of  all  the  parent  art  ...  .  Martineau's  Coll.  319 
Thou,  Lord,  through  every  changing  scene  .  Doddridge,  alt.  .  608 
Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart    ....  Steele  ....  443 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above Sandys,  alt.  .     .  178 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath  .  .  .  Bacon  ....  524 
Thrice  happy  souls,  who  born  of  heaven  .  .  Doddridge  .  .  648 
Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord.  .  .  Watts  ....  214 
Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life  .  .  Tate  <£  Brady  .  70 
Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same  .     .    Tate  6c  Brady  .  197 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God Watts  ....  170 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path  .  H.  K.  White,  alt.  546 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on      ....   Watts  ....  650 

Thus  I  resolved  before  the  Lord Watts  ....     77 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One  ....  Watts  ....  327 
Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  .  .  Watts  ....  81 
Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  spacious  fields  .  .  Watts  .  .  .  .101 
Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord    ....   Watts  ....  568 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  spake Watts.     .     .     .212 

Thy  bounties,  gracious  God E.  Scott  .     .     .  602 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  with  joy  we  trace  .  .  Wardlaw's  Coll.  603 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare  .     .     .  Montgomery  . 

Thy  God,  my  Saviour  King Watts  .     .     . 

Thy  gracious  presence,  O  my  God  ....   Steele  .     .     . 
Thy  hand,  O  God,  which  rolls  the  spheres    .  /.  Taylor 
Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  ....   Watts  .     .     . 
Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer  ....   Sir  R.  Grant 

Thy  mercy,  O  our  God Pratt's  Coll. 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord Watts  .     .     .     .222 

Thy  presence,  everlasting  God Doddridge,  alt.  .  564 

Thy  righteousness,  O  God,  is  high  ....  Watts  .  .  . 
Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord     ....   Watts  .     .     . 

Time  is  bearing  us  away Burton,  alt.  . 

Time  !  what  an  empty  vapor  't  is     .     .     .     .   Watts  .     .     . 
'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know    ) 
See,  '  Could  my  heart,'  Spc.  ) 
'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come     ....   Watts  .     .     . 
'T  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand      .   Watts  .     .     . 

'T  is  God,  the  Spirit,  leads Beddome  .     . 

'T  is  my  happiness  below Cowper 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race Tate  6f 

To  God  I  cried,  with  mournful  voice  .  .  .  Watts  .  .  . 
To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  ....  Watts  .  .  . 
To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known  ....  Watts  .     .     . 

To  God  in  whom  I  trust Tate  cf  Brady 

To  God,  our  strength,  your  voice  aloud  .  .  Pratt's  Coll. 
To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest      ....   Watts  .     .     . 

To  God,  the  only  wise Watts  .     .     . 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  ....  Watts  .  .  . 
To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope      ....   Cowper     .     . 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine Doddridge     . 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God Watts  .     .    . 


39 
92 
461 
332 
231 
639 
161 


136 
208 
532 
623 


455 
123 
399 
460 
128 
149 
265 
272 
54 
155 
204 
464 
239 
445 
529 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


707 


To  our  Redeemer's  gl  >rious  Dame 

To  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord 
To  spend  one  sacred  day    .     .     . 
To  thee  before  the  dawning  light 
To  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God 
To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour      . 
To  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known 
To  thee,  my  King,  my  God  of  grace 
To  thee,  O  God,  the  shepherd  kings 
To  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail 
To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large      .     . 

To  your  Creator,  God 

Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne 
Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high 
Triumphant,  Lord  !  thy  goodness  reigns 
Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head    . 
'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
'T  was  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came 
'T  was  in  the  watches  of  the  night  . 

UNITE,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite 
United  prayers  ascend  to  thee  .  . 
Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill  .  .  . 
Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  .  . 
Up  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say  . 
Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  .  . 
Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high 
Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes      .... 


VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours  . 

Vain  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent 
Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  . 
Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame      .     . 


WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 
Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  .... 
Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night  .  . 
Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God  . 
We  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good 
We  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  . 
We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  . 
Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 
Welcome,  delightful  morn  .... 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  .  .  . 
What  are  these  in  bright  array  .  . 
What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 
What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring  . 
What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil 
What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  .  . 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  .  . 
What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do    .  s  . 


.  Steele  . 

.  Ncedham 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Barlow 

.  Haweis 

.  Doddridge 

.  Dwight 

.  J.G.C.Brainard  G22 

.  Doddridge 

.  Merrick     . 

.  Steele  .     . 

.  Hillhouse  . 

.  Steele  .     . 

.  Doddridge 

.  Doddridge 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts       . 

.  Doddridge 

.  Collyer      . 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts      . 

.  Watts 


.  Watts      . 
\  Spirit  of  the 
\    Psalms  • 

.  Watts      . 

.  Watts 

.  Pope    .     . 

.  Beddome  . 

.  Bacon .     . 

.  Bowring   . 

.  C.  Wesley 

.  Watts 

.  Watts 

.  Watts      . 

.  Bacon  . 

.  Evan.  Mag. 

.  Hayward . 

.  Watts       . 

.  Montgomery 

.  Pratt's  Coll. 

.  Watts 

.  E.  Scott 

.  Davies 

.  Walts 

.  Watts 


70S 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


What  though  a  thousand  at  thj"  side      .     . 
What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God     .     . 
When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
When  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend 
When  forth  from  Egypt's  trembling  strand 
When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view  . 
When  gathering  storms  around  me  spread 
When  God  in  wrath  shall  rise      .     .     . 
When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong    . 
When  God,  provoked  with  daring  crimes 
When  God  restored  our  captive  state   . 
When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 
When  he,  who  from  the  scourge  of  wron; 
When  here,  O  Lord,  we  seek  thy  face 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear    .     .     . 
When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine      .     . 
When  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand 
When  Israel  sins,  the  Lord  reproves     . 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  . 
When  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand 
When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay     .     . 
When  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne     . 
When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still    . 
When  languor  and  disease  invade    .     . 
When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere  .     . 
When  man  grows  bold  in  sin  .... 
When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain  . 
When  men  of  mischief  rise     .     .     . 
When  my  cries  ascend  to  rhee     .     .     . 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  .  .  . 
When  power  divine  in  mortal  form  .  . 
When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death .  . 
When  shall  the  voice  of  singing  .  .  . 
When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise  . 
When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 
When  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies  .  . 
When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just 
When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 


When  thou,  whom  heaven  and  earth  revere 
When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 


Whene'er  the  morning  rays  appear  .  .  . 
Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay 
Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands    . 

Where,  O  my  soul,  O  where 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found  .... 
Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find  .  . 
Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust  .... 
While  I  keep  silence  and  conceal    .     .     . 


Watts      . 
Logan .     . 
Addison    . 
Collyer,  alt. 
Steele  .     . 
Watts 
G.  Burgess 
Sir  R.  Grant 
Pratt's  Coll. 
D  wight     . 
Watts       . 
Watts 
Watts      . 
Watts 
Bryant,  alt. 
Montgomery, 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts 
Watts       . 
Gibbons    . 
Montgomery 
Campbell  . 
Toplady  . 
Montgomery 
Watts       . 
H.  K.  White 
Dwight 
W.  Goode 
Montgomery 
Watts 


alt. 


Sir  J.  E.  Smith  352 


Addison,  alt. 
Pratt's  Coll. 
Steele  .  . 
Sir  R.  Grant 
Watts 
Watts 
Edmeston,  alt. 
Rippon's  Coll. 

alt. 
Tate  <%■  Brady, 

alt.    •     • 
S.  F.  Smith 
W.  Goode 
Enfield 
Logan . 
T.  Scott 
Watts 
Watts 
Sigourney 
Watts      . 


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589 
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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 
While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways 
While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord  . 
While  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail 
While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  ni 
While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  . 
While  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave  way  . 
While  verdant  hill  and  blooming  vale  . 
While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise     . 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place  . 
Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  .... 
Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn     . 
Who  will  arise  and  plead  my  right  .     . 
Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay     .     . 
Why  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor     .     . 
Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast  .     . 
Why  do  the  wicked  boast  of  sin  .     .     . 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends     . 
Why  doth  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far 
Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee     .     . 
Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung .     . 
Why  should  I  vex  my  soul,  and  fret 
Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow   . 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Why  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die     . 
Why  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell 
Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
Will  God  forever  cast  me  off  .     .     .     . 
With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind  .     . 
WTith  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues 
With  humble  heart  and  tongue     .     .     . 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  .     .     . 
With  my  whole  heart  I  '11  raise  my  song 
With  my  whole  heart  I  've  sought  thy  face 
With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth    . 
With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 
With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament    .     . 
Witness  ye  men  and  angels  now  )  . 
See,  Ye  men  and  angels,  tf-c.       $   . 
Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God 


09 


YE  christian  heroes,  go  proclaim  . 
Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell 
Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 

Ye  holy  angels  bright 

Ye  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice  .     .     . 
Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
Ye  humble  souls,  complain  no  more 
Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord 

60 


Page. 

Dwight     .     . 

.  165 

Watts      .     . 

.     73 

Davies 

.  GOG 

G.  Burgess,  alt. 

617 

Tate    .     .     . 

346 

H.M.  William. 

■  628 

Newton,  alt.  . 

517 

Steele,  alt.      . 

620 

Newton     .     . 

624 

Watts  .     .     . 

520 

Sioain .     .     . 

520 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     29 

Watts  .     .     . 

.    29 

Watts,  alt.    . 

379 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  182 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     U 

Watts  .     .     . 

•    V 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     75 

Dwight     .     . 

.  106 

Watts,  alt.     . 

.  540 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     23 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  505 

Pratt's  Coll. 

.  598 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     75 

Anon.  .     .     . 

.  511 

Watts  .     .     . 

396 

Barlow      .     . 

.  106 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  539 

W.  Goode 

.     88 

Doddridge,  alt. 

.  428 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  143 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  265 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     83 

Kippis,  alt.    . 

.  605 

Fawcett    .     . 

590 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  381 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     22 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  234 

Tate  <Sf  Brady 

.  191 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  168 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  280 

S.  Stennett   . 

.  503 

Beddome  .     . 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  207 

Pratt's  Coll. 

.  599 

Doddridge     . 

.  557 

Doddridge     . 

.  431 

Baxter,  alt.    . 

.  286 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     66 

Steele  .     .     . 

.  328 

Steele  .     .     . 

.  490 

Doddridge     . 

358 

710 


INDEX    OF    FIKST    LINES. 


Ye  lands  and  isles  of  every  sea  . 

Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Ye  saints,  your  music  bring 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  master  proclai 

Ye  servants  of  th'  almiehry  Kins' 
Ye  servants  of  the  Lord     .     . 
Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  youn°- 
Ye  sons  of  earth  arise   .... 
Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race     . 
Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
Ye  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just 
Ye  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord 
Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King   . 
Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears 
Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join      . 
Ye  virgin  souls,  arise  > 

See,  The  Saviour  comes  to  call  J 
Ye  who  in  his  courts  are  found   . 
Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 
Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose     . 
Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 
Your  harp,  ye  trembling  saints    . 

ZION,  awake,  behold  the  day    . 
Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 


Paffe. 

.   Watts.     . 

.     .  188 

.  Doddridge 

.     .  500 

■    Watts.     . 

.     .  190 

.  Reed    .     . 

.     .  357 

■    WincheWs  Sel.  .  302 

.   Watts .     . 

.  217 

.  Doddridge 

.  470 

.   Watts  .     . 

.  432 

Pratt's  Coll. 

.  425 

Watts  .     . 

.  176 

Doddridge     . 

.  333 

Watts  .     .     . 

.     98 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  216 

Watts  .     .     . 

.  256 

Beddome  .     . 

.  493 

Watts.     .     . 

.  282 

Toplady's  Coll. 

Pratt's  Coll. 

.  418 

Steele  .     .     . 

.  420 

Doddridge 

.  360 

Kelly,  alt.      . 

.  527 

.  493 

Pratt's  Coll.,  alt.  516 

Kelly  .     .     . 

.  516 

GENERAL  INDEX. 


Pa-es. 

PSALMS 9—239 

HYMNS 291—655 

ORDINARY  PUBLIC  WORSHIP 291—567 

INTRODUCTORY 291—312 

SCRIPTURES 312—316 

GOD 316— 342 

JESUS  CHRIST 342—393 

HOLY  SPIRIT 393—399 

TRINITY 399-401 

MAN 401-406 

THE  WAY  OF  SALVATION 406—416 

INVITATIONS  AND  WARNINGS 416-435 

THE  CHRISTIAN 435—512 

THE  CHURCH 512—519 

THE  SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL 519-528 

TIME 528—533 

DEATH 533—542 

THE  RESURRECTION 543—547 

THE  JUDGMENT 547—554 

HEAVEN 554—564 

CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP 564—567 

SPECIAL  OCCASIONS 568—627 

SACRAMENTAL 568—578 

ECCLESIASTICAL 578—590 

SABBATH  SCHOOL 590—595 

MISSIONARY  .    - 595—601 

CHARITABLE  AND  BENEVOLENT 601—603 

CIVIL 604—610 

FUNEREAL 610—616 

MISCELLANEOUS 616-627 

PRIVATE  AND  FAMILY  WORSHIP   .    .    .  628—655 

DOXOLOGIES 656—658 

SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTS 659—685 

CHANTS    . 685—686 


INDEX  OF  TOPICS  AND  USES. 


The  figures  designate  the  pages. 


ORDINARY  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


1     INTRODUCTORY. 

Invocation  and  general  praise, 
110—112,  154,  162,  168,  183 

—186, 189—193,  201,  221, 

244,  256—262,  265,  275— 

289.     291—304. 
For  the  Lord's  day  as  Sab., 

15,  38,86,  116—119,  122, 

155,  156—159,   176—178, 

240—242,  253,   254,  271. 

304—308. 
For  same,  as  day  of  Christ's 

resurrection,     225,     226. 

308,  309. 
For     Lord's    day    evening, 

256, 257.     310—312. 

2.   VARIOUS   TOPICS. 

Scriptures. 
Their    divine    authority,   312. 
sufficiency,  313. 
excellence,   37,  38,  40,  41, 

43, 228—231.     314. 
light  and  glory,  315. 
riches,  315. 
power,  313,  316. 

God. 
His    being     and     perfections 
generally,  74,  131,  179— 
181,    187,  214,  219,  220, 
275.     316—319. 
eternity,  171, 172— 275.   320. 
power,  126.     321. 


God. 

His  holiness,  190.    325. 

immutability,  197.     320. 

omnipresence,  266 — 268. 
322—325. 

wisdom,  268, 269.     321, 322. 

condescension,  19,  216,  217, 
265,  274.     326,  327. 

goodness,  131,  198—200,205 
—209,  250,  251,  276,  277. 
328,  329. 

faithfulness,  45,  54.  167, 168, 
203—205,  247,  265,  279— 
281.     329. 

works  of  creation  and  provi- 
dence, 21 — 25,  35,  39 
—41,  42,  47—51,  59,  60, 
66—70,  74—76, 121, 123— 
125,  129,  140—142,  147, 
148,  150,  174—176,  181, 
202,  205—209,  213,  218, 
238—240,  244,  245,  247, 
248,  250,  259—262.  330 
—342. 

Jesus  Christ. 
His    divine    and    human    na- 
ture, 342—344. 

incarnation  and  nativity,  81, 
186—189.     344—348. 

ministry  and  example,  211. 
349—351. 

miracles  and  beneficence, 
351—353. 

sufferings  and  death,  46, 
132,  133.     353—357. 


INDEX    OF    TOPICS    AND    USES. 


13 


Jesus  Christ. 
His  resurrection,  ascension  and 

exaltation,  11,  20,  21,  37, 

46,  52,  53,  95,   130,    212. 

358—366. 
redeeming  love,    81.     306 — 

371. 
excellence  and  glory,  89 — 

92,  136.     371—375. 
offices,  names  and  emblems, 

47—51,  224—226.     375— 

393. 

Holy  Spirit.    393—399. 

Trinity.    399—401. 

Man. 
His  inferiority  and  dependence, 

78,  79,  169—173,  201,  268, 

269,  274.     401. 
apostasy,  &c.   27,  73.     401 

—403. 
worldliness    and   foll)r,   97, 

106,  113,  114.     403. 
conviction,   102 — 105.     404 

—406. 

The  way  of  Salvation.  160, 
161,  169.     406—416. 

Invitations  and   warnings. 
165,  184.     416—435. 

The  Christian. 

His  exercises  in  conversion, 

64,  65,  102—105.     435— 

438. 
renunciation   of  the   world, 

438-^-439. 
choice  of  God  as  his  portion, 

14,  30,  119,  142,  143,  227. 

439—441. 
love  to  Christ,  31, 136.     442 

—446. 
love  to   God  and   man,  446 

—447. 


The  Christian. 

His  beneficence  to  men,  29, 
30,  72,  75,  82,  237.  447 
—449. 

brotherly  love  and  fellow- 
ship, 31,  254—256,271. 
449,  450. 

filial  temper,  252,  253.  451. 
452, 

habitual  fear  of  God,  9,  10, 
29,  30,  36,  54,  215,  234. 

desires  for  _  holiness,  233, 
235,  270.     452—454. 

hope  of  heaven,  51,  52. 
455,  456. 

trust  in  Providence|M2,  13, 
18,  47—51,  57,  75,  86, 
109,110,133,174-176,216, 
238—240.     456—462. 

gratitude,  34,  58,  62,  68— 
70,81,110-112,126,198— 
200,  204—206,  220,  221, 
223, 224, 236, 246, 247, 269, 
270.     462—464. 

confidence  and  perseverance 
115,    116.     464,465. 

holiness  of  life,  55,  77,  101. 
465,  466. 

self  denial,  466  467. 

conflict  and  watchfulness, 
25,  26,  44,  58,  271.  467 
—471. 

prayer,  34,53,54,57,71,77, 
109,  110,  126,  196,  227, 
232,  250,  251,  270,  272. 
471—475. 

humility,  31,  102—105,  252, 
253.     475,  476. 

dependence  on  divine  aid, 
34,36,45,62,63,115,116, 
120,  134,  182,  236,  247, 
248,  274.     476,  477. 

pilgrimage  to  heaven,  148, 
205.     477—482. 


714 


INDEX    OF    TOPICS    AND    USES. 


The  Christian. 
His  pleasures  or  happiness,  9, 
10,  64,  65,  82,  214—216, 
226,  245,  249.     482—489. 

privileges,  489—493. 

encouragements  against  de- 
spondency, 84,  85,  115, 
116,  J  46,  147,  149,  243 
493—498. 

consolations  under  afflictions. 
77,  108,  163,166,195,196, 
233,  234,  236,  273,  277. 
497—501. 

his  trials,  501,  502. 

inconstancy  and  repentance, 
5f,  102—105,  150,  151, 
160.     502—512. 

The  Church— 

28,  56,  87,  88,  91—97,  107, 
134,  145,  146,  152,  153^ 
156,  162,  178,  196,  210, 
263,  264.     512—519. 

The  Spread  of  the  Gospel — 
at   home,    or  revivals,  246, 

247.     519—521. 
abroad,  127—129,  137—140, 

143,    144,    185,    186,   189, 

212.     521-528. 


Time. 

78,   79,  165,   169,  170,  172, 
173.     528—533. 

Death — 

the  event,  97,  98,  169—173. 

533,  534. 
its  issues,  534. 
death    of   believers,    535 — 

540. 
of  christian  friends,   540— 
542. 

The  Resurrection.  32,  97, 
98,  164,  169,  170.  543— 
547. 

The  Judgment — 

the  event,  98—101,  188. 
anticipated,     18,    73,     114. 
547—554. 


Heaven. 

33,  174,  242.     554- 


-564. 


3.  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 
222,  223.     564—567. 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 


Sacramental. 

Baptism,  568—571,  617. 
Lord's  Supper,  46,  132,  133, 
571—578. 


Ecclesiastical. 

Ordinations    and    councils, 

578—581. 

Church  meetings,  581—584. 

Accessions   to   the  church,! Charitable  and  benevolent 

584—587.  I       Charitable,  214, 215.  601,602. 


Dedications,  253,  254.    587, 
—590. 


Sabbath  School. 

20,    58,   70,   71,    120,    228. 
590—595 
Missionary. 

28,137—140.     59c 


-600. 


NDEX  OF  TOPICS  AND  USES. 


715 


Charitable  and  benevolent 
Benevolent — 
orphans,  57, 
temperance,  207, 
peace,  237.     603. 

Civil. 

Historical  and  patriotic,  35, 

44,  45,  67,  68,  87,  88,  145, 

193,  209,  271,  275.     607— 

610, 
Thanksgivings,    131,    193— 

200.     604,  605. 
Fasts,  87,  88,  ]  12,-114, 152,  I 

153,  155,  209.     606,  607.    I 


Funereal. 
109—173. 


610—616. 


Miscellaneous. 

Agricultural,  124.     622. 
Children    of     the     church, 

prayer  for,  617. 
Drought,  619. 
Mariners,  207,  208.      617. 
Marriage,  019. 
Maternal  association,  618. 
Mite  societies,  618. 
Saturday  evening,  616. 
Seasons,  123-125,  280-282. 

620—622. 
Year,  close  of,  623—625. 
Year,  new,  625 — 627. 


PRIVATE  AND  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


Age  and  sickness,  hymn  for,  639. 

Angel  guards,  654. 

Changing   place     of  abode,  636. 

Comforts  of  the  Gospel  in  sick- 
ness, 634. 

Death,  prayer  in  view  of,  640. 

Death-bed  of  the  righteous,  633. 

Devotion,  daily,  256,  257.    648. 
habitual,  227.     628. 

Evening,  13,  257,  269,  270.     649 
—655. 

Evening  prayer  for  divine  pro- 
tection, 653. 

Evening  prayer  for  the  sick,  654. 

Evening  twilight,  655. 

Family  altar  erected,  628. 

Family  religion,  628. 


Heaven  anticipated,  639. 

Infants,  death  of,  638. 

Infants,   dying  in   the    arms  of 

Christ,  638. 
Living  in  the  presence  of  God, 

632. 
Morning,  13,  119,  211.  644—649. 
Retirement  and  meditation,  629 

—63]. 
Self  examination,  632,  637, 
Sickness,  recovery  from,  15 — 17, 

60—62,  60,  83,  166,  220,  221. 

635,  636. 
Sorrowing,  not  without  hope,  633. 
Worship,   daily,   256,  257.     640 

—643. 
Worship,  public,  delightful,  637. 


ADAPTATION  OF  SELECTIONS  TO  CHANTS. 


Selec- 
tions. 

Appropriate 
Clianis. 

!   Selec- 
tions. 

Appropriate 
Chants. 

1.   5. 

|    Betec- 

,    tions. 

Appropriate 

Chants. 

1 

1.  5. 

1      ^ 

37 

1.  5. 

2 

3.   5. 

J20 

1 

1.   2.   4. 

38 

i 

1.   3. 

3 

3.  5. 

21 

1.   5. 

j  39 

5.  8. 

4 

1.   5. 

22 

4.   2. 

:  40 

1.  6. 

5 

5.  6.  3. 

!    23 

1.   3. 

!  41 

1.   3. 

6 

1.  5.  6. 

24 

1 

1.   3. 

42 

1.  3. 

7 

1.   5.   6. 

25 

1.   3.   6. 

43 

1.  2. 

8 

3.  7. 

|  26 

1.   3.   6.   , 

1 

44 

1.   2.   4. 

9 

1.  5. 

.  27 

5.    1. 

|   45 

1.  6.   7. 

10 

2.    4.    1. 

|  28 

2.    1. 

46 

1.  3. 

11 

3.   2.   5. 

1 

4.    1. 

47 

1.  6. 

12 

4.   2.  6. 

30 

5.    1. 

!  48 

1.  6. 

13 

8.  5. 

1  31 

5     1. 

49 

8.   7.  5. 

14 

5.   6. 

'     *">o 

o2 

5.    1. 

;  50 

7.  8.  5. 

15 

5.   3. 

j    33 

5.    1. 

!  51 

7.  5. 

16 

5.  8. 

\  34 

1 

5.1.       | 

52 

1.   5. 

17 

1.   5. 

35 

1.  5. 

18 

5.  6.   7. 

36 

1.  5. 

TABLE  OF  METERS, 


CLASS  I.      IAMBIC. 

Ax  Iambic  foot,  in  English  prosody,  consists  of  two  syllables 
with  the  accent  on  the  second.  Iambic  verse  is  that  in  which  the 
line  consists  of  a  certain  number  of  syllables  with  every  second 
syllable  accented.  The  meters  of  this  class  are^  far  above  ali 
others,  best  suited  to  the  purposes  of  public  worship.  The  par- 
ticular kinds  of  Iambic  meter  used  in  this  book  are  the  following : 

1.  Common  Meter.  (C.  M.)  The  stanza  consists  of  four  lines, 
of  which  the  first  and  third  are  of  eight  syllables  each,  and  the 
second  and  fourth,  of  six. 

This  is  called  Common  Meter,  as  the  earliest  and  most  frequent 
in  the  version  of  the  Psalms,  and  as  being,  from  the  origin  of  the 
English  language,  the  meter  of  popular  ballads.  Anciently  it  was 
written  in  two  lines  of  fourteen  syllables  each.  The  division  of 
the  line  at  the  end  of  the  eighth  syllable  has  prevailed  as  a  matter 
of  convenience. 

In  this  meter,  and  in  all  others  of  this  class,  the  first  syllable  of 
a  line  sometimes  takes  away  the  accent  from  the  second, — a  cir- 
cumstance which,  wherever  it  occurs,  should  be  regarded  in  the 
selection  and  performance  of  the  tune.  See  Psalm  5,  Version  1. 
where,  in  the  first  line,  the  first  syllable  is  accented,  and  the  sec- 
ond unaccented. 

2.  Short  Meter.  (S.  M.)  The  stanza  consists  of  four  lines  ;  the 
first,  second,  and  fourth  lines  of  six  syllables  each ;  the  third,  of 
eight.  This,  in  the  ancient  versions,  is  distinguished  as  the. meter 
of  the  25th  Psalm,  "  which,"  says  Dr.  Watts,  "  I  call  Short  Meter." 
See  Psalm  25. 

3.  Long  Meter.  (L.  M.)  The  stanza,  four  lines,  each  line  of 
eight  syllables.  This,  in  the  ancient  versions,  was  the  meter  of 
the  100th  Psalm,  "which,  says  Dr.*Watts,  "I  call  Long  Meter." 
See  Psalm  100,  Version  1. 


718  TABLE    OF    METERS. 

4.  Hallelujah  Meter.  (H.  AT.)  The  stanza  consists  of  eight 
lines  ;  the  first  four  lines  of  six  syllables  each;  the  last  four  of  four 
syllables  each.  This,  in  the  old  versions,  was  the  meter  of  the 
148th  Psalm,  and  it  is  sometimes  denoted  by  Watts  and  Dwight, 
"  Proper  Meter,  as  the  148th."  pp.  42,  43,  86,  90,  125,  128,  139, 
158,  161,  192,  223,  240,  255,  261,  282,  288,  302,  308,  318,  329,  357, 
301,  369,  375,  384,  394,  413,  423,  424,  514,  550,  581,  586,  588. 

5.  Long  Particular  Meter.  (L.  P.  M.)  The  stanza  consists  of 
six  lines,  each  of  eight  syllables.  The  third  line  rhymes  with  the 
sixth,  and  thus  there  is  a  natural  division  of  trie  stanza  at.  the  end 
of  the  third  line.  This,  in  old  versions,  is  the  meter  of  the  113th 
Psalm,  and  it  is  sometimes  designated  in  that  way.  pp.  66,  68, 
112,  118,  146,  148,  163,  170,  185,  215,  216,  278,  605. 

6.  Common  Particular  Meter.  (C.  P.  M.)  The  stanza  consists 
of  six  lines  ;  the  third  and  sixth  lines  rhyme  with  each  other,  and 
are  of  six  syllables  each.  The  other  lines  are  of  eight  syllables 
each.  This,  in  some  books  of  music,  is  designated,  L.  C.  M. 
pp.  242,  285,  332,  374,  435,  436,  552,  554,  633,  C39. 

7.  Short  Particular  Meter.  (S.  P.  M.)  The  stanza  consists  of 
six  lines  ;  the  third  and  sixth  of  eight  syllables  ;  the  others  of  six. 
The  ancient  version  of  the  122d  Psalm  was  in  this  meter,  which 
is  sometimes  designated  as  the  proper  meter  of  that  Psalm.  See 
Psalm  122,  Version  2.     pp.  107,  113,  120,  121,  180,  241,  255. 

8.  Long  Meter,  six  lines.  (L.  M.  61.)  The  lines  are  of  eight 
syllables  each.     pp.  39,  41,  48,  296,  382,  418,  446,  508,  597,  640. 

9.  Short  Meter,  six  lines.  (S.  M.  61.)  The  Short  Meter  stanza, 
with  two  additional  Hues  of  Sight  syllables  each.  In  this  book, 
this  meter  is  marked  S.  H.  M.     pp.  541,  633. 

10.  Eights  and  sevens,  Peculiar.  (8s  &  7s.  P.)     p.  93. 

11.  Eights  and  sevens,  Irregular.  (8s  &  7s.  Irreg.)     p.  548. 

12.  Eights  and  sixes.  (8s  &  0s.)  This  is  the  Common  Meter 
stanza,  with  an  additional  line  of  eight  syllables  inserted  after  the 
third.     In  some  music  books  it  is  marked  C.  P.  M.     p.  639. 

13.  Eights  and  sixes,  P.  (8s  &  Gs.  P.)    p.  351. 

14.  Tens.  (10s.)  The  stanza  consists  of  four  lines  of  heroic 
verse.  Lines  of  this  length  will  be  found  difficult  to  be  sung  by  a 
choir  or  congregation,  unless  as  a  chant,     pp.  220,  263,  615. 


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15.  Tens  and  elevens,  six  lines.  (10s  &  lis,  61.)  The  first  four 
lines  are  tens.  The  filth  and  sixth,  ending  with  a  double  rhyme, 
have  an  additional  unaccented  syllable.  This  is  the  meter  of  the 
50th  Psalm  in  the  old  versions,  and  it  is  sometimes  designated  '  the 
old  50th.'    pp.  99,  188. 

16.  Sevens  and  sixes.  (7s  &  6s.)  The  stanza  consists  of  eight 
lines,  the  first  and  every  alternate  line  of  seven  syllables,  ending 
with  a  double  rhyme, — the  second  and  every  alternate  line,  of  six 
syllables.  This  meter  is  found  in  the  oldest  versions,  but  has  been 
very  much  disused,  till,  within  a  few  years  past,  it  has  become  a 
favorite  meter,     pp.  28,  45,  137,  146,  166,  595,  599,  641 . 

17.  Sixes.  (6s.)  Stanza,  of  four  lines,  each  of  six  syllables. 
p.  286. 

18.  Sixes  and  fours.  (6s  &  4s.)  Stanza  of  seven  lines, — of  which 
the  third  and  seventh  rhyme,  and  consist  of  four  syllables  each. 
The  others  consist  of  six  syllables  each, — and  rhyme,  the  first  with 
the  second,  and  the  fourth  with  the  fifth  and  sixth,  pp.  289,  386, 
387,  609. 


CLASS    II.     TROCHAIC. 

A  Trochaic  foot  is  two  syllables  with  the  accent  on  the  first. 
In  Trochaic  verse  every  second  syllable  is  unaccented.  The  Tro- 
chaic meters  in  this  book  are  the  following  : 

1.  Sevens.  (7s.)  The  lines  of  seven  syllables  each.  pp.  17,  30, 
50,  57,  71,  129,  130,  134,  162,  178,  192,  208,  209,217,  223,257,  262, 
289,  291,  292,  304,  309,  310,  311,  337,  357,  359,  361,  375,  389,  417, 
422,  428,  430,  441,  451,  460,  471.  472,  483,  484,  524,  526,  527,  535, 
536,  537,  562.  565,  576,  585,  595,  018,  624,  652,  653. 

2.  Sevens,  six  lines.  (7s.  61.)  pp.  63,  85,  129,  244.  350,  390, 
391,  418. 

3.  Eights  and  sevens,  four  lines.  (8s  &  7s.  41.)  The  first  and 
third  lines  ending  with  a  double  rhyme,  are  of  eight  syllables  each, 
pp.  37,  85,  174,  248,  252,  285,  301,  346,  364,  370,  391,  426,  454, 
497,515,518,512,  565,  621. 

4.  Eights  and  sevens,  six  lines.  (8s  &  7s.  61.)  The  first  and 
third  lines  of  eight  syllables  each.     p.  384. 


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5.  Eights,  sevens  and  four.  (8s,  7s  &  4.)  The  stanza  consists 
of  six  lines, — the  first  and  third  lines  of  eight  syllables  each, — the 
fifth  of  four  syllables, — the  others  of  seven  S3'llables  each.  pp.  99, 
292,  348,  425,  429,  430,  436,  48],  516,  522,  525,  527,  549,  564,  600. 

6.  Sevens  and  five.  (7s  &  5.)     p.  253. 

7.  Sevens  and  sixes,  Peculiar.  (7s  &  6s.  P.)  Stanza  of  eight 
lines — the  first,  third,  fifth,  sixth  and  seventh,  trochaic, — the  sec- 
ond, fourth  and  eighth,  iambic,     pp.  303,  480,  532,  576. 


CLASS   III.     ANAPESTIC. 

In  this  class  are  included  those  meters  which  consist  chiefly  of 
triplets. 

1.  Eights.  (8s.)    pp.  184,  445,  654. 

2.  Eights  and  nines.  (8s  &  9s.)    p.  615. 

3.  Tens  and  elevens.  (10s  &  lis.)    p.  302. 

4.  Elevens,  (lis.)    pp.  51,  GO,  495,  518,  575,  636. 

5.  Elevens  and  eights,  (lis  &  8s.)     pp.  97,  193. 

6.  Elevens  and  tens,  (lis  &  10s.)     pp.  347,  418. 

7.  Twelves.  (12s.)    p.  426. 

8.  Twelves  and  elevens.  (12s  &  lis.)    p.  611. 


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